[Tifa glances to the rink, seeing how they have both stopped moving to stare, only for them to continue the moment she turns her eyes to them. But she swears that the snowwoman might have winked at her. That, or the cold is getting to her head.
Leaning in, hands pressing to the pile closest to his head, she lowers her voice.]
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[Tifa glances to the rink, seeing how they have both stopped moving to stare, only for them to continue the moment she turns her eyes to them. But she swears that the snowwoman might have winked at her. That, or the cold is getting to her head.
Leaning in, hands pressing to the pile closest to his head, she lowers her voice.]
Remember those snowmen from earlier?