Disclaimer: I don't own FMA

A/N:

Hey, minna! I've been on a school trip to Kun Ming, but after 2 weeks, my Royai fever is still present so…

Riza Hawkeye sat by one of the cleaner rivers of Central and gazed at the flashes of light glinting off of the water.

She sighed, and gently yanked a dropping daisy out of one of the rare patches of grass in concrete-covered Central.

The First Lieutenant was a logical woman: think, plan, do. That was how she lived life. She didn't believe in myths or legends that made no sense and basing emotion and thoughts on illogical actions was just plain stupid.

And yet, here she was.

She gingerly gripped the white daisy petal between the tis of her thumb and index finger and gave a small tug. The petal came off easily and she let it flutter to the ground, wavering this was and that in the strong evening wind.

"He loves me," she murmured and pulled off another petal. "He loves me not."

And so, it continued. A petal, flying downwards, followed by a "He loves me" or a "He loves me not."

Soon she was down to the last petal. A small laugh, tinged with disappointment and sadness, flew from her lips. She pulled off the last petal.

"He loves me not."

She dropped the stem of the daisy on op of where most of the petals were: the green resting on a bed of waving white.

Standing up, Riza brushed off her pants and turned to go home.

Suddenly, someone familiar swooped down, giving her a small peck on her cheek.

"He loves you," Roy Mustang said.

A/N:

R&R!