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CANCEL
« Late ! I hate to be late ! »
Riza was hurring up in the halls of the HQ.
« Next time, Colonel or not, work late or not, I'd come back at home to get ready !"
Riza watched her clock.
« I don't believe it, to have to get ready at HQ. May I, just for one time in my life, do like all other women ? Just one little time ? I don't ask much, just not to have to count with the Colonel... I should have shot a bullet on him to make him sign all those reports..."
Riza smiled.
« You would tell me, like this, the problem would have been settled : no more Colonel, no more reports to sign and no more lateness..."
All in her wild thoughs, Riza collapsed with somebody and found her literally slumped over the poor wretch.
« Oh excuse me, I didn't watch where I was going."
Riza tryed to stand up and raised her head to face no other else than the Colonel Mustang, object of her complaints and in some way consequently responsible for this collision !
They faced each other, the face only at few centimeters one of the other, eyes in eyes.
« Lieutenant Hawkeye… » whispered Mustang.
Their faces were getting dangerously closer.
And suddenly, Riza broke off :
« I'll be late »
She tryed to get up, that's when Mustang noticed his lieutenant's clothes : a silked skirt matched with a straps top.
« Lieutenant , where are you going like this ?
« Would you believe it I have a date. » she answered getting up.
« What !
« Yes, and I'm late. »
Riza leaned forward him and gave him her hand to help him stand up. Roy caught hold of her and drew her against him :
« I don't know who he is. But too bad for him, tonight, it's with me you go out."
And he kissed her.