They had breakfast together
The gloomy streets seemed to continue to grow in length as he made his way along. Another day, then night, and still a different girl. It was a never-ending cycle, it appeared. He'd get drunk, take one girl home, and she'd be gone before he awoke. There were some that would have breakfast and then bail right after though, so he had begun to get used to this feeling of emptiness.
He hadn't been paying attention to the road when a small, black and white puppy made its way into his path. As he returned from his thoughts, he noticed the light had been red and he slammed his foot on the brake just inches from the soft furball's nose. He released an exasperated breath and turned off the car.
As he stepped out of the car and toward the animal, he heard a voice calling "Black Hayate! Come her, boy! Black Hayate!" When the voice seemed to be getting louder, he began to hear footsteps accompanying the feminine, but strict, call. 'Wait a second… Black Hayate?… Riza!" He knew this puppy and the material version of the voice, and he grasped this just as the sky opened up, rain pounding on everything in sight.
The footsteps got even closer and then the blonde came into view, a pained expression on her face and her body most likely screaming for her to take a rest. He picked up the puppy and waited for her to reach him, with her wearing a surprised face.
"Sir! What are you doing out at this time?" She saluted when she came to a halt in front of him. She gazed down at the bundle in his arms and let out a relieved sigh. The puppy yipped at his master.
" I believe this," He started, handing over the soft animal "is yours." He could just make out the tears of relief forming in her amber-toned eyes.
"Yes, sir. Thank you." She took the soft creature in her arms and cradled him whispering to it " Never worry me like that again. I was so scared you might've gotten hurt." Roy couldn't help the smile forming on his lips at this rare sight. A moment later, his soaked form reminded him of the pouring rain.
He cleared his throat for her to look up. When she did, he was holding open the passenger side door.
" Require a ride, madam?" Her lips formed a genuine smile for him and he felt his heart melt.
"Why thank you, kind sir." She replied, playing along. As he shut her door, came around the front, and got in himself, he realized that he didn't want anyone but her. He didn't want a one-nighter. He didn't want a girl that would leave the moment he fell asleep. And he surely didn't want someone to take his food and leave. All he really wanted was the woman sitting next to him, and someday he'd be man enough to tell her.
But two eggs don't last like the feeling of what he needs.