A week had passed since that boozy night in Tifas bar.
(Y/N) would be lying if she said she hadn't thought of the vivacious red head at all, since meeting him at 7th Heaven. In fact, she found that she could think of little else.
She sat in front of the board of blinking lights, her Comms headset on standby and the mouthpiece pushed upwards. She sighed as she idly swished tea in her mug, wondering how long it would take for the guys in maintenance to put in an appearance.
Since her board was out of action, she had little else to do aside from sit with her own thoughts, which unsurprisingly turned to the Turk.
The more (Y/N) thought about him and that night, the more gloomy and foolish she began to feel.
If he planned to see her again, then why not give her a contact number, or ask for hers?
She frowned into her mug for what felt like the hundredth time that hour, like somehow the focus of her turmoil was contained in the delicate china.
Was he just spinning her a line? Making it easier on her when he waltzed off into the night and never returned?
Or maybe he didn't expect her to actually believe him?
He'd been cheering up a fellow employee, had done his good deed, then returned to his Turk business.
(Y/N) swore under her breath and drained the last of the lukewarm tea, feeling angry and childish.
Why was she agonising over this, like some dumb lovestruck teenager?
Why would an attractive, interesting and dangerous individual like Reno go for her when, in his line of work, he probably met all manner of rich, exotic women?
(Y/N) had been back to the bar on Wednesday, around happy hour at 7, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.
She had chatted warmly with Tifa, not mentioning the Turk.
(Y/N) had been visiting the bar after work when she didn't feel like heading home for many months now.
She told herself this, trying not to feel pathetic, like she wasn't some school girl hanging out where her 'crush' did- like she was justifying her reasons for being there to herself.
She didn't want to ask Tifa about Reno, even though she obviously knew him well.
Deciding against her better judgement, (Y/N) had opened her mouth to ask Tifa about him, as casually as she could muster, when the barmaids attention was suddenly diverted.
It was Tifas' rarely seen boyfriend, Cloud.
(Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief at the intrusion, her heart hammering, suddenly glad she hadn't asked after all.
She figured she'd have gotten a warning from Tifa if she had anyway, about messing with a Turk and getting the horns.
Still, as she glanced at the happy pair, she couldn't help but feel a horrid stab of jealousy, suddenly wanting to cry. She had gotten up and left quickly, mumbling some feeble excuse, her face red.
Tifa didn't notice, too wrapped up in her excitement at Clouds return.
(Y/N) had stalked home, feeling like dirt, wishing she hadn't met Reno of the Turks.
Sitting in the dingy Comms room, (Y/N) felt that same feeling return.
She would rather he had left her to her misery than to make her feel as he had, like she had a life that was yet to be lived, just to leave her feeling bereft of it.
She couldn't understand why she felt so mixed up over a guy she had met once. There had just been something about him, something that had changed everything for (Y/N) as she had looked into his cool blue eyes, seeing the wolf like grin bloom on his face.
Something that had stirred within her as his smooth and youthful voice had addressed her, his cologne musky and intoxicating.
Something that had hit her like Meteor when his lips has ghosted over hers. Something wonderfully inexplicable and utterly terrifying.
(Y/N) stood and threw down her headset, stalking away to get hot tea, no sign of maintenance in sight.
Well, whatever (Y/N) imagined there to be, she had to forget it.
She told herself this sharply, berating herself over and over again.
She just had to accept it.
She wasn't going to see him again.A.N! - So Chapter 3 was something of a filler Chapter (as Chapter 4 will kinda be) but it all comes together at the end of Chapter 4 (I think).
So apologies for now.Also, fun fact! I guess I could consider myself more of a Clerith FF7 Fan, however I'll personally let it slide for Fan Fic that doesn't have Cloud as the Reader insert male :)
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Fanfiction3 Years after Meteorfall, and everyones trying to make ends meet and rebuild their lives. (Y/N) Takes a job with the fledgling ShinRa as it attempts to recover and meets the incorrigible red headed Turk at 7th Heaven. (Y/N) = Your Name (Y/L/N) = Yo...