Sometimes Things Just Happen

A young woman, looking about 22, walked briskly down the street, with her arms loaded with grocery bags. She shifted the bags around slightly, hoping to be able to balance it all out. It didn't help that the bags were overloaded to the top. The girl at the store hadn't bothered to pack the stuff properly, instead, just threw it all in like there was a fire in the store or something.

The young woman grunted slightly underneath the weight. She blew a stray strand of sable hair from her face. 'I should have asked Tristan to help.'

A few guys sitting at a curb wolf-whistled as she passed them. She didn't even bother to turn and look at them.

"Hey pretty! Where ya heading to?"

"Come join us!"

She ignored them and kept walking.

"Looks like the lady's got a stick up her ass." One of the guys commented.

His friends hooted with laughter. She felt her face flaming up at his words. 'You don't even know me, jerk. What? I was supposed to go over there and just flirt like I'm some girl who has nothing else better to do with her time?'

She shook her head lightly and decided not to let them get to her. She was so busy with her thoughts that she didn't notice the stone in her way. Without realizing it, she stepped right onto it and suddenly lost her balance and footing. She wobbled, and quickly tried to steady herself. But it was no use, the heavy grocery bags she was carrying, seemed to help pull her down. Few items from the bags fell down to the ground as she fell. She closed her eyes, ready for the impact and the face-to-face with the dirty concrete. But instead of feeling the rough, hard, dirty concrete, she felt the softness of fabric brushing her cheek. That, and a pair of arms wrapped around her waist.

She immediately looked up, only to look into the deepest aqua blue eyes she's ever seen. She felt herself getting lost in those eyes for a moment there. 'They are so blue.' Realizing her stare, she quickly averted her eyes only to realize that the pair of aqua blue eyes belonged to a guy with two slight scars on the either side of his face that were just right above his cheekbones, and flaming red hair with a few strands falling in front of his eyes. The recognition made her jerk back a little.

His thin lips formed a smirk at seeing her reaction. 'Am I that repulsive to her?' He wondered amusedly.

"Let me go." She said in a tight, low voice.

"Gladly."

She hadn't expect him to just let go immediately, but he did, leading her to lose her footing and fall on her butt. He chuckled at the sight in front of him.

"You didn't have to let go that fast." She said with a glare.

"Well, you asked. I obliged." He snickered.

She shook her head and picked herself up, brushing the dirt off her skirt. She then proceeded to pick up her fallen items. As she reached for the can of chicken soup, she realized that he was still there, standing and looking at her. She turned her head to look at him in the eye, "Are you going stand there and gawk or are you at least going to help me?"

He snorted. "One, I don't do gawking. Two, if you ask politely, maybe I will help."

"Only maybe?" She raised an eyebrow.

He chuckled and without another word, he bent down, and helped her to pick the stray items.

She smiled despite herself and grabbed the last can.

"There. The last of your crappy things." He said as he handed the dozen of eggs to her.

She looked at it for a while, watching the yellow gooey yolk and egg white trickling from the egg tray before looking back at him.

"What?"

"It's all broken."

"Yeah, this is why I said 'crappy things'." He smirked.

She took it from him and dumped it into a trash can nearby.

"Tsk. What a waste."

"Well, it's broken. What else can I do with it?" She said as she picked up her grocery bags. She looked at him again.

"What are you doing here?"

"What you mean what I'm doing here?"

"Here. In Midgar. The last I've heard, The Turks broke up and left Midgar city."

"You believe everything you hear?"

She shrugged.

"Well, that was probably true for some, but for me, nope. I was born here, raised here, so this is home to me."

"Funny. You never strike me as the 'home-sweet-home' type."

"Funny. You never strike me as the nice 'girl-from-next-door' type." He mimicked her.

She felt herself flushed from the comment. A small smile played at his lips, knowing that he had managed to get to her.

"Well I have to go." She said as she took a step forward.

"Where to?" He asked as he took a step forward to her.

She looked at him skeptically.

"To my bar."

"And where's that?"

"Sector seven."

"Name?"

"What?"

"Name. Of. Your. Bar." He said each word slowly as if he was talking to some 3 year old.

"Don't talk to me like I'm some kid."

He chuckled in response.

"It's called Seventh Heaven. The same as the old one."

"Why not Eight Heaven? Or Tenth? Of Fifteenth? Why Seventh?"

She rolled her eyes.

"It just sounded…nice. It had a nice ring to it."

"Huh."

"I have to go now." She said as she stepped away from him.

She started to walk again before stopping to turn back. He raised an eyebrow.

"Thanks…" She said softly.

"Don't expect it all the time Lockheart." He replied.

She shook her head at his attitude and walked away. He stared at her retreating back for a moment before shrugging and walking down the other way. 'Didn't expect to see her.'

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Final Fantasy 7 characters, they rightfully belong to the Square-Enix-

A/N: A sudden out of nowhere idea came into my head and I dragged myself over to my com and started typing away. So here's the first part, though I was actually contemplating for a one shot, but my friend told me I should break it up. Okayy…so here it is. My first multi-chapter Reno x Tifa fan fiction. Lol.