Crud... I forgot this in the last chapter... I do NOT own anything FMA... but I do own my imagination... And horible spelling.

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Chapter 2: Coffee

It had been a few weeks, since the night she had been lost. Things had been fairly normal for Gracia since. She had told her friends and they had laughed, thinking she was crazy for not going home. She didn't find it quiet as funny.

It had been quiet scary, up until Maes Hughes had 'bumped into her.' Since that night, she hadn't been able to stop thinking about him. It wasn't constant, but it was relentless. She found that no matter what she was doing, no matter what she was thinking, her thoughts always seemed to return to that night and the man that had rescued her.

She was coming home from doing her shopping for the week. The sky again, was grey. It didn't look like rain this time. It was just dark. She was carrying. 3 bags of groceries pilled over each other. 'I really wish I'd have taken a cab…' she thought as she walked, fairly blindly down the street.

She knew where she was, she could tell by the familiar voices and by how long she had been walking. She was right in the town square. She still couldn't see where she was going, but she knew her way home. She only hoped that she didn't run into anyone.

Then she felt it, a hand on her shoulder. She jumped nearly dropping the groceries, then suddenly felt the load get 2 bags lighter. She looked ahead to see him standing in front of her. She smiled widely.

"Maes!" She chirped.

He smiled right back with the same warm smiled as he had worn before. He was now holding 2 of the 3 bags she had been carrying.

"I thought I'd stop you from getting wet again." He glanced at the fountain that Gracia had almost walked right into.

She blushed slightly "oops…"

"So, you want a hand getting home again?" He asked tilting his head just slightly.

She nodded graciously and started to walk again. They where already close, so it didn't take long for them to reach her home. She opened the door and let him in with the bags. She thanked him.

"Would you… like to stay for coffee?" She asked.

"Sure." He replied happily.

She put on the kettle and got down 2 glasses. She invited him into the dinning room and let him sit down.

"So what brings you back here?" She asked as she waited for the kettle.

He continued to grin. "I was headed home from work, decided to cut across the square, then ran into you."

"I'm glad you did, it's the second time you've saved me from the wet." The kettle screamed.

She headed into the kitchen and started to make the coffee. She heard a voice from the dinning room.

"You… want any help?" Maes called.

"No, I'm alright." She laughed a little.

As she finished, she brought out both cups and sat down. Maes sipped at the coffee happily. She stared at him without even realizing it. As he looked up, his expression turned to confusion.

"Is… Something wrong?" He asked.

"Oh…" she blushed and looked down "No... I'm sorry."

He chuckled "its fine… I was just afraid there was something all over my face or something odd like that."

"How… have you been?" He asked after another moment.

"I've been alright… "She said looking back up "Nothing out of the ordinary."

He nodded and sipped at the cup again. He wasn't sure what to say now. He found himself looking right at her almost as she had done earlier. She was beautiful, even if she wasn't as dressed up as she had been when they had first met. He suddenly realized he was staring, and turned away before she looked up.

"Gracia?" He asked.

She looked up. "Y… Yes Maes?"

"What… are you doing… Tomorrow night I mean."

She looked confused for a moment, then answered. "Nothing that I can think of."

"Would you… Like to go to dinner?" He asked looking hopeful.

She giggled slightly. "Sure, I'd love to!"

He looked relived.

"Tomorrow at… 7:00?"

She nodded as she looked to the clock. It was already 7:30. The time had gone very quickly. Maes noticed this as well.

"Oh my… I've got to get home…" He stood. "Sorry to run off."

"It's fine, I've got to get putting the groceries away." She showed him to the door.

"Thank you for a wonderful cup of coffee." He bowed slightly "And I shale see you tomorrow."

She waved him good-bye as he stepped out onto the now darkened streets. "Good night." She called.