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He wasn't entirely sure what it was that attracted him to First Lieutenant, Riza Hawkeye. All he knew was that he enjoyed her company more than he would have liked. Roy Mustang discovered that every time he had the luxury of walking by or near her, he'd breathe in the sweet scent of her hair or skin. It was a gentle smell but had a bit of a sharp edge to it, alluring the Colonel all the more. He supposed the scent of Riza Hawkeye matched her personality in a way - gentle but sharp and all the more alluring.

Roy Mustang usually hated having to come into headquarters everyday; he knew he had a stack of work to do and an even bigger stack of papers to review and sign. But, ever since he discovered his attraction towards his subordinate, he found work at Central much more enjoyable. Especially when Riza would briskly walk in, demanding the papers he was supposed to sign. Whenever he had to dutifully hand them over, he would make a subtle attempt at touching her hand.

"Soft." Mustang would think. "Very soft. Very nice."

"Sir?" Riza inquired again. Roy snapped out of his stupor to gaze up at the blonde beauty before him and he looked down at the small paper bag that had been set before him. Lunch. Thank God. Recently, Mustang had been eating in his office, trying to avoid the unending questions that were sure to come at him in the public of the cafeteria. He didn't want to be hounded for work and thus resulting in eating alone in his office - but he didn't mind. It gave him more time to think and fantasize.

"Oh, thank you, First Lieutenant." He muttered dismissively. Riza, he noticed, lingered a moment before nodding and turning to leave. Unwrinkling the bag and peering inside, he realized Riza had actually made the lunch. Inside was a note.

"Sir,

Forgive my abrasive measures but I noticed you had forgotten your lunch. Havoc told me. So, I took the liberty of making you something. Enjoy.

-Riza Hawkeye
First Lieutenant"

He pulled out the remaining contents of the bag and realized it all looked delicious. Immediately, he began to eat it, quite impressed with her handiwork. It was then that Riza decided to close the door completely and leave him to his lunch; her presence was unbeknownst to the Colonel.

"He enjoys it." Riza Hawkeye thought with a smile. "I'm so relieved to know he likes it."Riza had never really been one to fall in love - easily, anyway. But, Riza had realized, the longer she worked alongside Colonel Mustang, that she had in fact, fallen in love with the man. Though he was lazy and quite the womanizer, she couldn't help but feel attracted to him. Besides, he had many other attributes that she took into consideration. Of course, she would never admit it to anyone for fear of being hurt or denied. She hardly cared what anyone else thought of her but this subject was just too touchy to bring out into the open. Word would surely get back to Roy and then what? Would he be flattered by her admiration and just get an even bigger ego than he already had? Or would he feel awkward or disgusted and turn her down? Either way, it would be quite awkward to work with him after that.

"No." Riza thought fiercely to herself. "He'll never find out."

"First Lieutenant!"

Riza's heart fluttered and she turned around, her face never once betraying her composed facade. It was Roy Mustang, briskly making his way down the hallway. His thick boots made muffled thudding noises against the polished floor and she watched as his hair swayed with the movement of his body. He stopped before her, holding up the paper bag. He smiled appreciatively at her.

"Thank you, Riza." Mustang said slowly, as though he was trying to pick out his words just right before letting them escape from between his perfectly sculpted lips. Riza smiled graciously and nodded.

"You're quite welcome, sir. I thought that maybe you would appreciate a home-cooked meal for once. You've skipped out on lunch a lot."

Roy nodded. "Yes, I guess I can be forgetful sometimes."

Riza's smile faded. "More like every day, sir. No offense, but you don't seem to remember much about your duties these days."

Roy flushed and he looked down at Riza's feet, noting how much smaller they were compared to his. His eyes traveled up her body, subtly of course, and hoped that his cheeks had resumed their usual pallid complexion. He chuckled lightly.

"None taken, Lieutenant. I've been a bit distracted these past few days, I will admit."

Riza, taking on a more motherly approach, shifted her weight to one hip and looked at him with concerned eyes. "Is it something you need to discuss? I'm here if you need someone to talk to."

How badly Roy Mustang wanted to tell Riza the truth. "Riza! I love you!" Screamed Mustang's conscious, but Riza's waiting expression did not change for she could not hear what he so desperately was wanting to cry out. But, what if he did go through with it and tell her how he felt? Would Riza rejected him? What if it became awkward and Riza left to work in another district at headquarters? Telling her was too much of a risk and thus, he continued to appear composed. Shaking his head, he smiled grimly back.

"No, there isn't anything to discuss. Thank you for the offer, however." He paused for a moment and then clutched the bag closer to his body. "Thank you again, for the food." Roy said after a moment. "Have a good day, Lieutenant Hawkeye."

"..Good day, Colonel Mustang." Riza responded to Roy's retreating figure. He held up his free hand as a sort of backwards wave and Riza only smiled, unsure what to think or feel. She was so close, so close! She could've told him the truth - she wanted to so much! But she couldn't. Like she had decided moments before he had approached her, Roy Mustang could never know the truth behind her loyalty.