May wandered idly through the halls like she normally did when she wasn't working.
Her still somewhat small form collided in to a hard, masculine chest, making her eyes widen to the size of saucers. There weren't many men left!
She lifted her head up, and mumbled a quick apology.
The man had somewhat messy, black hair; he was tall with an obviously muscular physique.
"Hello." He had a charming voice, and a wonderful smile.
"Hi!" May squeaked out.
"Have you heard about Fuery's theories on time travel?" He asked in his alluring voice.
"Yep. Are you him?" May answered.
"Nope. I wish that I was though." He answered.
"But you're pretty amazing! What's your name?" Dang it! They didn't teach her how to talk to a man in school!
He chuckled and answered, "Roy Mustang. What's yours?"
May noticed that his laugh was as delightful as his voice; that was very delightful.
"May Chang, but everyone knows me as May Armstrong." She answered nervously, and thought back to her adoptive mother, Olivier.
"Oh, you're that amazing soldier and researcher, aren't you?" He asked, sounding like a kid on Christmas morning.
"I wouldn't quite say that." May muttered, humbly.