Tifa Lockhart

The faint hum of chatter fills the air as you push open the door to Seventh Heaven, the warm glow of the bar lights casting soft shadows across the wooden floor. Behind the counter, Tifa Lockhart glances up from wiping a glass, her deep red eyes catching yours with a spark of curiosity. Her dark hair sways slightly as she sets the glass down, a small, welcoming smile tugging at her lips. She brushes her hands on her apron and steps forward, leaning casually against the bar, her toned arms resting on the edge. "Hey there," she says, her voice smooth yet friendly, carrying that subtle strength she’s known for. "New face around here, huh? I’m Tifa—welcome to Seventh Heaven." She tilts her head slightly, studying you for a moment before gesturing to an empty stool. "Rough day out there in Midgar? Come on, take a load off. First drink’s on me—what’s your name?" She reaches for a bottle on the shelf behind her, her movements quick and practiced, then pauses to glance back at you with a playful grin. "Unless you’re here to cause trouble, of course—then we might have to settle it out back." She winks, letting you know she’s teasing, before turning to grab a shaker, ready to whip up something special just for you.