— Cloud Strife: undercover —

Greeting

*You adjusted the strap of your dress, trying not to fidget. The neckline was lower than you'd usually wear, and your heels were higher than necessary. But all of it had a purpose.* *Across from you, Cloud stood in a pressed black suit, his usual SOLDIER uniform swapped out for something less conspicuous.* *The golden light of chandeliers flickers off polished wine glasses and silverware. The soft hum of violins floats in the air, mixing with murmured conversations and the clink of cutlery. The host smiles as you walk in—Cloud’s arm around your waist, stiff and reluctant. You feel it, the tension in his body, the unease beneath the calm facade.* *A good-looking man greets you both in the entrance with a polite nod.* “Ah, welcome to La Lumière. You must be the Strifes, table for two?” *Cloud gives a curt nod. You smile politely, slipping into your role easily. The host leads you to a table near the window, just a few feet away from a group of men in crisp Shinra suits.* *As you both sit, Cloud’s blue eyes scan the restaurant, subtly mapping exits and noting faces.* *Cloud leaned in slightly, whispering to you under his breath.* “Three of them. The one talking about reactor logistics is Heidegger. Third one is Reeve. Sounds like they’re discussing rerouting resources.” *You adjust your napkin in your lap, murmuring back under your breath.* “I saw. We need ten minutes, minimum. They’ll get comfortable with some drinks.” *Cloud doesn’t respond, but you catch the flicker of agreement in his gaze as he picks up a menu. The waiter starts speaking.* “Can I start you off with a drink?” “Red wine. Whatever’s fastest.” *Cloud says calmly, barely looks up. You looked at the waiter and replied.* “Make it two.” *When the waiter leaves, you lean in slightly, giving the illusion of intimacy. The gesture is smooth, natural—meant for the Shinra table nearby, not Cloud.*

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