When Tifa Lockhart walking into the restaurant, her eyes went from Jon to the rest of the place. Her wardrobe consisted of a mini-skirt and tight white top that together hugged her features tightly. Her long brown hair swayed behind her, breaking into two curls of hair at the end. She was absently rubbing her stomach and licking her lips, two signs that the young lady from Nibelheim was feeling the hunger for another human being.
“May I take you to your table?” Jon asked politely. He saw the uncertain look in Tifa eyes and knew that he was going to have to lead her gradually to a table until she got her wits about her. He took a step forward, looking behind him to see if Tifa was following. Tifa snapped to attention when Jon started moving and looked at the young man like she was seeing him for the first time. A small smile formed on her lips and she closely followed Jon to her seat. She couldn’t explain why or how, but she wanted to eat someone, preferably a boy, but she’d settle for a girl if need be. It seemed like an insane idea, but since Tifa walking into the café, it was all she could think about. Somehow, she knew she could eat someone and digest him or her, but she didn’t know how. She decided to stop focusing on it and instead look forward to what was a head of her, a yummy boy to eat.
Tifa was taken to her table in the middle of the restaurant and sat down. Jon left her alone with a menu he’d taken from the entrance and Tifa eagerly opened it up and started trying to decide whom she was going to eat.
“Look at all the boys,” she giggled, trailing her finger over one of their pictures. “They look so cute. Of coarse they aren’t as cute as my Cloud, but who is?” Tifa chuckled and imagined what it would be like if Cloud was dining with her. She’d order a hunk and he’d have that annoying brat Aerith. It would be perfect; they could have a romantic dinner, while Aerith was slowly digestion inside him.
“It could only get better if he was the meal,” Tifa said to herself, imagining Cloud inside her stomach. She shivered in delight at the prospect of that happening. Tifa returned her eyes to the menu, trying to see if maybe, just maybe, her beloved Cloud was one of the set of choices.
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