Roy Mustang had his own way of doing things. It was one of the first things she learned about her superior officer.

Riza had been transferred to Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang's unit on request. His request. Riza Hawkeye had no clue that he was. Never seen or heard of him but then again she never listens to the gossip around the base.

She was the only female in the unit. Which weren't very strange, not many women were in the military anyhow. So she wasn't surprised when it was mentioned that the unit's work habits needed work.

Riza asked if the Lieutenant Colonel had an aide, that's what aides did after all. The sergeant's retort was that Lieutenant Colonel Mustang went through aides faster than he did dates.

When Riza first arrived the situation didn't look too bad but then again appearances can be deceiving.

The aide stormed out and shouted 'I quit' Riza had held the door opened for her. She sighed before entering the Lieutenant Colonel's office.

The office itself to put it bluntly was a mess and paperwork that was weeks old were piled on the desk.

Shameful really.

Riza Hawkeye cleared her throat and saw something stirred from behind all the piles of paperwork.

"Lieutenant Colonel Mustang?"

A man with dark hair and eyes looked at her. "First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye right?"

She nodded in response.

Mustang glanced down at a paper he had been drooling on. "I thought you weren't supposed to come till Tuesday."

Riza took a paper from her bag and placed it in front of lieutenant Colonel.

"Your aide has just qui-"

"She did?" Mustang interrupted.

"Yes she did," Riza explained. "Until a suitable replacement can be found, I will be taking over the aide duties."

Roy looked at her. 'I see."

"Where is the rest of the unit?"

"On break," Roy smoothly replied.

Hawkeye raised an eyebrow and Roy shrugged. "It's just Havoc, Breda and me."

Riza moved some of the paperwork off the desk, only leaving the paperwork that was several weeks old.

"That's several weeks old," Roy pointed out.

"Better late then nothing."

Roy offered her a charming smile. "How about I take you out to lunch instead?"

"When you can do all your paperwork for a month without me nagging at you, then we'll talk."

Roy sighed. "Then it seems I'll never be able to take you out to lunch."

"The paperwork, sir."

"Here I thought you were nice," Roy muttered under his breath.

"I'm sorry if you heard misleading information about me."

Roy had a feeling she wasn't sorry at all, not one little bit.