This story takes place after brotherhood - a few months after the situation between Edward and Winry at the train station. I hope you enjoy! Please review kindly!

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WINRY'S POV

COMPLETE FEAR. That is what I felt. My heart beat with the force of a thousand drums within my chest. My hands shook with nerves as I attempted to adjust the customer's automail arm. He peered over shortly, studying my sweaty palms with amusement.

"Are you alright Miss?" He asked. I dropped a box of screws at the question and scurried to the ground to hide my growing discomfort.

"Yes! I'm just a bit on edge...I have a visitor coming today. It's kind of an important situation we are in." I said while frantically looking for the silver spirals of doom that littered the wooden floor boards. I swore as a splinter caught the skin of my pinky.

"Ah yes, your grandmother mentioned you had a visitor today! What was the young lad's name again?" The man smiled, bending over and picking a screw up from the floor.

"Edward. Edward Elric." I stuttered out. "I haven't seen him in a few months. He has been doing research outside of the area. It will be nice to see him but I'll never tell him that. He gives off the persona that he is quite the big deal. Actually...I think it's his ego that made him grow. You see he used to be pretty short..." I trailed off. A blush crept across my face and stained my cheeks pink. " I'm sorry! I normally act much more professional than this! We are just very good friends." I laughed and began to scratch the back of my head, only to forget the fistful of screws I held and to hear them clink to the floor again. "Wait...friends? Are we just friends? We clearly established at the train station that we felt deeper feelings than that. But we hadn't spoken much of it after that moment - although he had tried to bring the topic back up on our last phone call..." I stared at the splinter protruding from my finger, deeply lost in my own thoughts. I had shut down that conversation as fast as he brought it up. Now that I think about it, I became so overwhelmed by my own embarrassment that I abruptly hung up the phone on him. I growled in frustration and pressed my fingers to my temple.

My thoughts became immediately interrupted by the squeaking of the door hinges. I whipped my head towards the sound, feeling my heart stop.

"Winry? Winry You were supposed to be done with his arm half an hour ago! What are you doing? Why are screws all over the floor?" Granny huffed, irritation lingering in her wrinkled features. I stuttered something incoherent as I tried to get my head on straight.

"Oh it's perfectly fine. The poor girl seems to have quite a day ahead of her. I've enjoyed her company either way." The older gentleman chuckled, waving his hand at the situation. He pushed his glasses upwards, smiling up at me with amusement. Before I could bring myself to apologize, Granny shushed me away with her smoke-filled pipe and began to work on his automail. I quietly signaled my apologies to the older man and carefully snuck past my annoyed grandmother. For such a small woman, she sure was a spitfire. I played with my hair as my feet clunked down the hallway. In fact, I wish I could take even the smallest amount of my grandmother's confident structure right now. Just to get through this stomach-flopping, throat-tightening moment I currently could not escape.

I missed him as soon as he had stepped onto the train. I watched his tall broad shoulders move through the cart and sit down next to the window to give me one last sign off. I remember my feet feeling planted to the stone ground and the inability to move from the shock of the situation. Thoughts whirling around in my head as I tried to determine whether or not the love of my life just confessed similar feelings. We stared at each other through the train's glass window that separated us. I still can't get it out of my head what he did next. He had never been so bold as to be flirtatious. If anyone were to ever even mention the possibility of being in love, he would throw himself into a fit of rumbling loud rage of detest. But he wasn't a child anymore, and neither was I. As the train began to move, I watched as he smirked at me, and gave me the most unexpected gesture. He winked at me, and I could bet my life on it that my face couldn't be any more contorted by the shock of it all.

I hit the wall that led to my room, embarrassed by the thought. I picked up a shirt that I had thrown onto the floor earlier and carelessly tossed it into the corner.

"I still have at least an hour to kill before his train arrives..." With this thought I began to rummage through my clothing drawer. I was more of a comfort for wear kind of girl. I became fussy and irritable if my clothes felt uncomfortable. I honestly don't know how some of those women wear such things. Sure, you look sexy, but how the heck do you eat with a girdle from hell? I heard the man down the hall thank my grandmother. I waited briefly for the sound of the door to close. As soon as I heard the wood collide, I reckoned it safe to walk around freely in my bra and panties. Tossing my grease stained clothes to the corner with other discarded articles of clothing, I walked out of my room, feeling a bit less concerned with my visit and more concerned with the cold breeze that hit my exposed skin. (You would think that would have indicated for me to turn around.)

I could hear Den barking from outside and brushed it off as the older gentlemen walking passed him. Goosebumps began to form on my arms as I crossed them to attempt warmth. Den continued to bark with excitement and I rolled my eyes at his persistence. The screen door clanked at the spring - I assumed Granny had let Den inside through the kitchen door. I continued my journey to the kitchen sink, beginning to feel a bit weary from my earlier nerves. Den nudged my hand, panting and whining as I reached up for a glass from the cupboards.

"Calm down Den. I'll get you a treat in a minute okay?" I sighed as I readjusted my bra strap to sit more comfortably on my shoulder. But Den was not having it, continuing to whine and nudged my hand once more.

"Winry? Did you let Den in? I'm still cleaning up in here and I think he wants in!"

My whole body froze when my grandmother's voice reached my ears. She hadn't let Den in after all...With the slowest possibility of movement, I rotated my feet and gaze towards the kitchen doorway. Two shoed feet stood only a few feet away from me. Time had stopped, and I immediately became aware of my exposed body. I could feel my chest rise with every heart beat. With the movement of a sloth, my head traced up the body until my widened eyes locked in contact with another pair of eyes.

Blue orbs meeting golden orbs.

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