Ahh, there isn't a good way to explain this chapter. I just threw a character in to cause more conflict between Ed and Roy although they can create that just fine on their own.
Language warning and there's a jerk in here, too. Real asshole.
This is Friday, September 11th, after work.
Ed and Roy were leaving an alleyway between Headquarters and her house. He had just popped up out of nowhere and started walking beside her. "Bugger off, Mustang!" she said.
"Fuck you," he replied.
"Have you forgotten already?"
"No," he smirked, heading off in the opposite direction.
She began to amble her way home. She had no plans for the weekend. A sharply dressed young man stepped out of a building and hit her with his briefcase. She had made to go around him but he swung it out and hit her on purpose. "Ow! Watch where you're going!"
"Oh, pardon me," he said but the smirk never left his green eyes. "Did I hit you?"
"No, duh. Why else would I be standing here with a bruise forming on my face?"
"Good! I mean, allow me to make it up to you. Drink?"
"No. I don't drink with people whose names I don't know."
"Oh, it's Billy. William Shipdale."
"Edwarda Elric."
"The Fullmetal Alchemist? Awesome. Dinner?"
"No, I have one waiting for me at home."
"Address?"
"No."
"Phone number?"
"Fine," she wrote it out. "My phone number. Not a promise. Not an I.O.U. Just a phone number. Now I need to go home."
"I'll be calling you!" he called after her.
Sure enough, it wasn't long after she had gotten home that the phone rang.