Chapter 1:
Hawkeyes POV
Freezing air (the windows were open) brushed past my face, tugging gently at my blond hair. I shrugged on my coat and exited my apartment walking through the bent and twisted paths towards the coffee shop. Usually she wouldn't buy coffee but today she was struggling to keep her eyes open because of the nightmares that had frequently intruded her mind this month.
She ordered plain black coffee from the quite kind but short lady behind the counter, retrieving her order she sat down in the corner of the coffee shop where not many people would come and bother you or not many people sit in that area in general. Thoughts kept her from reading a book called "Looking For Alaska" by John Green, it was quite an intriguing book and she could easily be sucked into the characters world very fast, but of course, not today.
Sighing, she closed the book and slipped it back into her purse. She heard the bells of the coffee shop ring, a man came in, wearing a military jacket (same as herself) with coal-black hair and silvery eyes with a glint of mischief and seriousness mixed together. The man turned his head and caught her staring for to long. She felt blood rushing to her cheeks but looked towards the table to hide her face.
A few minutes passed as she composed herself and slowly felt herself drifting into a daydream. "Hello there miss. Can I sit across from you?" She heard calm voice say, she immediately stiffened, turning to see the silver-eyed man. "Umm... Sure" she replied whilst scanning the room for empty tables and seats. Lots were free he could've chosen any of them. I guess she always had the worst luck out of her family.
My plan for 'returning to trying to read my book to avoid conversation' plan apparently didn't work. "My names Roy, Roy Mustang" Roy informed her, this time more hesitantly and giving a crooked smile, I gave a little nod "And mines Riza Hawkeye" I said in return. "Nice to meet you Riza, and you have a very lovely name to." He announced with a hint of playfulness, taking a sip from his cup. "Are you flirting with me?" I inquired.