Roy and Riza
"Riza?" It sounded like he just wanted to get her attention, but really he wanted to pinpoint her location. If he was even a little bit off, he would look stupid.
"Yes?" She probably knew what he was doing, but she played along anyway.
Roy turned toward her voice and sank carefully to one knee in front of her. "You don't know how much I've wanted to say this, but—"
"No."
He was silent for several moments. Damn it, I wish I could see her face! "No?" he ventured at last.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the smile in her voice as she clarified, "You're wrong. I think I know exactly how much you've wanted to say this."
Roy smiled back. "So are you going to let me say it? This isn't the most comfortable position, you know." When she made no response, he said at last, "Riza Hawkeye, will you marry me?"
"Yes, of course I will," she answered—from a position some two feet to the left of where he was still facing!
"Damn it, Riza—" He didn't have a chance to finish because she was suddenly in front of him, pulling him up, and then she was kissing him. This time he didn't need to use his hands to read her expression.
She was smiling.
