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When she enters the hair salon Tifa is welcomed by the brightest and most beautiful smile she has ever seen.
"Welcome! I'm Aerith, what can I do for you?“
For a moment Tifa feels like she has forgotten how to speak or what she came here for in the first place but the girl at the front desk keeps smiling encouragingly.
“A haircut,“ Tifa says lamely then bites the inside of her cheek because duh. “I mean, I'd like to get a bob cut. So I can donate my hair.“
“Oh, I love that!“ Aerith says enthusiastically and types something on the computer in front of her, “You don't have an appointment, do you? What did you say your name was?“
“Tifa,“ she replies, “I don't have an appointment. I hope that's okay.“
“Sure, that's fine, you're all good, Tifa,“ Aerith reassures and Tifa feels her cheeks get warm when she says her name, “My next client's about to come but I'm free after that, if you want to come back in an hour maybe? Or we can set up an appointment another day.“
Tifa checks the clock behind Aerith, “I think I'll just come back in an hour then, if that's okay.“
“I suggested it,“ Aerith says smiling.
“Right. Okay. Yeah,“ Tifa says, “I'll see you in an hour then?“
Aerith nods, “See you in an hour, Tifa!“
Tifa takes a couple of steps, then changes her mind and walks back to the front desk. Aerith looks at her, surprise written all over her face.
“Did you forget anything?“
“How do you like your coffee,“ Tifa asks, “Or tea? Boba? I'm sorry if this is uncalled for.“
“It's not,“ Aerith reassures her, “I'll have what you're having! It's a date.“
Tifa nods and smiles at her.
It's a date.