Good Morning
Why did he come to the office at such an early hour? The sun wasn't going to even rise for a couple more hours and even the Fuhrer wasn't here. Headquarters was deserted except for him. It could've been to finish the work that sat in a pile up to his elbow on his desk-still untouched from his arrival thirty-minutes ago. It could've been his insomnia-he never did sleep very well in the summer, what with his apartment not having air-conditioning. More likely it was boredom-he had nothing really better to do.
But as he sat on the edge of his desk facing the office door he began to seriously regret his decision. A little sleep in a heated apartment was better than forcing himself to do work he could just put off. With a long sigh he began to tap his foot on the floor and prepared to sit behind the desk as opposed to in front. That's when the door opened.
Riza found the eyes of her Colonel and gave him a look of surprise at his presence. Just before she stepped in the door she murmured, "I'm sorry, sir, my uniform is in the wash and I just came to pick something up before I change. I didn't expect anyone else to be here yet."
Her outfit was less than uniform, to say the least; one of those that a woman would wear only around the house or maybe even in the front yard. The area from above the knee of her legs was covered by a tight black skirt, so tight that he was lucky she didn't turn around. The loose tank-top covering her chest was white and what provided coverage underneath was as black as the skirt-it hid enough to still be acceptable, but showed enough skin to leave just a bit to the imagination. Her long hair was still a little wet from her obvious shower, and made the top of her tank stick to her shoulders and around the collar-bone. It had never been seen by any other besides herself and her dog, until she made the incorrect assumption that her short trip would be unseen.
A deep blush came to the commander's face; a stifled gulp came to his throat. He forced his eyes to stay locked in a gaze with hers. But then his clothes became significantly tighter, for reasons not fully known to him yet, and the area around her eyes began to appear as hot as his cheeks were feeling.
Riza put her fingers to lips and fought back a laugh, then let out a chuckle; lightening the suddenly awkward mood before a full-out laugh echoed in the office. After a small chuckle-fit she said, still red as a rose, "Is that a watch in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
