To say Riza Hawkeye looked beautiful wouldn't be enough for Roy. As he split their red wine between their glasses, he sifted through his words, curious as to what the particular word would be. He didn't mince words when in many situations, but to deny that there were times when he was speechless would be a complete lie. The few times moments left him speechless were often not one's he cared to remember, but this was a moment he could appreciate.
His chin rested on his palm, his elbow set on the table, tugging slightly at the white table cloth. Riza's eyes met his as he set the wine bottle down. Her gaze was amused, almost irritatingly so, but he dismissed it all. His eyes blinked slowly.
A blonde eyebrow quirked up. "Normally you're very intent on holding a conversation," she stated lowly, keeping to the atmosphere of the restaurant. The low hum of voices relaxed them as much as it could. They were very alert people, and Riza was proving as such.
Roy shrugged, holding up his glass, fingers around the stem and resting under the base of the bowl. Riza's glass clinked against his before they took their sips. He took his time in setting the glass on the table, as well as simply taking the sip. His fingers intertwined as he watched her. If it were anyone else in such a public place, Riza would have done something about it. However, this was Roy, and he had a way of doing things in a way that most people did not. She smirked, waiting for him to reply.
He smiled softly, his gaze soft but sure. "I'm just thinking, actually."
"About what?"
His pause caused her to roll her eyes. "Roy."
"-no, I'm not thinking about that. But…"
Her eyes shut and she shook her head, her loose hair brushing against her arms, shoulders, and neck. As she leaned forward in her seat ever so slightly, she opened her eyes and resisted the tug at her lips. "We can talk about that later." The flash in his eyes didn't go unnoticed as well.
But he was still rather silent from then on. Their dishes arrived quickly, and Riza pushed around her potatoes as Roy began to eat. Conversations usually were lengthy when they went out together. Since Roy's discharge from the military and the ability to be together as he worked through his campaigned, they usually spent most of their free time in silence. Even if it was a comfortable one they still appreciated talking to each other freely. It was odd for Roy to be quiet, because Riza could see he wanted to say something.
The sigh that passed through her parted lips did not go unnoticed. He smiled apologetically at her, setting down his fork and gazing at her again.
"I'm just trying to figure out how to say something," he admitted, his voice a low timbre. His eyes dropped to the ring on her finger, taking in the sight for a moment.
"If it is what I think it is, Roy," she replied, reaching for his right hand with her left and lacing her fingers through his, "the typical phrase will do just fine."
Roy looked somewhat aghast, if only for a moment. "But it's not enough."
He would be lying if he said he did not appreciated the slight tinge of pink on her cheeks that gathered under her skin.