A/N: Finally! The sequel to Prize Date (which can be found on my profile) is coming out! It's been almost a year, and I'm really excited for this. So thanks to all the people who encouraged me via comments and PMs to write this. And also thanks to Darth Maitimo for betaing this. She was super awesome about it.

Anyway. On with Are We Now!


"Sir, Second Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye has placed a package on my desk for you. Would you like me to bring it in?"

"Yes, please. That would be wonderful."

He wondered idly why Riza didn't drop in and give it to him like she usually did. "Did I do something wrong last night?"

His assistant stepped in with a squishy bundle wrapped in butchers paper and some white twine. As Roy stood up and his assistant handed it to him, he noticed a small note that was tucked into the twine that held it all together.

The note was labeled Roy, and was written in Riza's soft handwriting. Roy grinned at that. He loved her handwriting. It flowed nicely and slanted slightly to the right, making it seem elegant.

Opening the letter, he started to read it.

Roy, don't worry. You did nothing wrong, I'm just in a rush to get some papers to the Furher.

I truly enjoyed our date last night. It was a pleasure to go out with you. I'd like to return the favor actually. How about dinner at my place tonight? I'll be heading home by four o'clock if you want to call me at home, or you could call me at my desk. I'll be there starting at noon. Please let me know if you can make it or not.

Thanks,

Riza

Roy stared at the note for a full minute before a grin spread slowly across his face. "Perfect! I can't wait! I think I'll call at one to make sure I don't seem to desperate," he thought as he started to open the package that was with the note.

He slid the white twine from the parcel, then unfolded the paper from around the object.

It was his jacket from last night.

Riza sure was prompt in returning it. He lifted it to his face and took a light sniff. It mostly smelled like him, but there was a slight scent of Riza lingering around it. Gunpowder and a special perfume that Riza had grown attached to while in Aerugo, the small country that they had a reliable trading partnership with. It was located to the south of Amestris. She had spent a few weeks there after the war ended to smooth everything over and explain it all to the Prince, Claudio. The perfume was now shipped to her from the diplomacy council of Aerugo as a favor and thank you for her visit and time.

The perfume, appropriately named 'Fiori Selvatici', smelt of wild flowers and a hint of countryside beauty. It really was Riza. She had grown up out in the countryside with her father, the first flame alchemist. He had taught him his own fire alchemy for which he was so famous in the military ranks for.

He took another light sniff, enjoying the gunpowder and perfume scent that was mixed with his own. He could get used to that.

He decided to stop, however, since he did think that he would seem a bit creepy if anyone were to know what he was doing.

xxx

Riza glanced at the small desk clock that sat on her desk. It read 13:47, the second hand slowly ticking around the face of the clock. She had a military time clock due to how often someone would use military time over non-military time. It certainly came in handy.

It was past noon by an hour and forty-seven minutes and twenty-one seconds. Twenty-two seconds. Twenty-three seconds.

Her desk phone rang as the second hand hit the twenty-fourth second hand mark. Her hand flew to answer the phone, picking it up and quickly placing it to the side of her head.

She took a breath as to not sound desperate. It was, after all, the third call she had gotten after noon. None had been Roy so far.

"Hello. Riza Hawkeye."

"Riza! It's Roy!"

Her face let a small smile slip as she heard his voice.

"Hello, General Mustang."

"Riza..."

She blushed a bit as she remembered his often repeated request of her calling him by his first name. "Sorry, Roy."

She heard him chuckle a bit on the other end. "So..." he said, drawing out the vowel quite a bit.

A silence fell between them.

"I can make it to dinner..."

"Great! Is there something you're up to eating tonight?"

"Well, I'm feeling up to some kick in flavor tonight, if that's not too much to ask."

"That's easily done." She thought of how his lips would feel against hers, the spice and kick from the food providing an exciting tingling sensation against her lips.

Shaking her head, she went back to focusing on conversation that they were having.

"What time should I be there?" There seemed to be an excited curiosity to his voice that made Riza wonder how eager he was for this dinner.

"Hm... Maybe at 6:00 so that we can talk a bit before? You know, while the food cooks?"

"Sounds good to me, Riza. It's a date."

"It's a date. Oh! And Roy, don't forget to do your paperwo-"

She heard a click over the phone as he hung up, hopefully going back to his paperwork.

Shaking her head, she turned back to her own work. She was filling out a sheet of orders that the military would need to restock the bullet supply for the target range's supply room. She'd never admit to using a third of the bullet supply herself over the last month.

xxx

Roy looked at the clock. 4:00. Riza would be heading home now. He probably should too. It would take at least 20 minutes to get home. He wanted a good shower to freshen up then and relax for a few minutes before he went. Maybe even to listen to the radio for a few minutes.

He stood up, grabbing his jacket that Riza had returned to him, along with a few papers that he was going to take home with him.

He walked out to his car that was parked almost directly in front of the building. He looked up, and noted offhandedly that it looked like it would rain.

Then getting in the car, he started the engine and headed home to get ready for Riza and the dinner date.

xxx

Riza stood in front of the fresh produce, examining the chicken. She already had some scallions in her bag, the rest of her ingredients being in supply at her home. Roy had requested a meal with heat, so she was making a spicy Szechuan stir fry. Simple, flavorful, and delicious.

She picked the chicken she wanted, pointed it out to the employee, paid for the poultry, and started home.

She'd go take a quick shower, and hop into some appropriate clothes. By then, Roy should be there and she could start cooking while they talked.


A/N: Well, there is chapter one! Please let me know what you think!

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Until next chapter!