Riza yawned and stretched as she slowly got up from the chair. She had a stiff neck and pains in the lower regions of her back from a very tiresome day, both emotionally and physically.
Since Mustang had hurried of to the hospital with the oldest Elric and Falman, she was to stay after everyone else and lock the office afterwards. A real pain as she really wanted to hurry home and make sure she got an hour at that cute little spa-place she sometimes went to. And she could of course never do this during working hours, because it would completely ruin her reputation.
All in all, she was in a very bad mood this particular night, and couldn't wait to leave. She turned off the lights and locked the door, then started walking down the dark and gloom corridor. All the offices were securely closed, but suddenly she noticed a gleam of light coming from underneath a door to her right.
"Probably just someone that forgot to switch the light off..." She sighed and started to walk again, but suddenly heard a low sob coming from inside the office. This made her turn on her heel, and as silently as possible, she opened the door and snuck inside.
The person responsible for the muffled sounds was second lieutenant Maria Ross. Hawkeye realised that Ross had red spots underneath her eyes, and was holding onto a mysteriously wet handkerchief for dear life.
Hawkeye raised an eyebrow. "Is there... Something wrong, second lieutenant?"
Ross's head jerked toward the door, and she started to shake her head slowly, but seemed to change her mind in the middle of it, and started sobbing loudly instead.
"I think…. I think Denny is cheating on me!" The poor woman seemed to have problems controlling her voice.
Hawkeye, who didn't even have any idea that the two of them were dating, asked in a soothing voice: "Now, what makes you think that?"
"This!" As she spoke, Ross handed her a note. It was handwritten on something that seemed like a page from a notebook, with spots from tears scattered all over it. As Hawkeye read, her eyes almost started bulging out, and she got small spots of pink on her cheeks.
"Um, I think this might was meant for someone else than sergeant Brosh, Maria… Very possibly misplaced…"
"What makes you think that!? I found it at his desk!" Ross spluttered from somewhere inside the folds of the handkerchief.
"Just a feeling I got…" Hawkeye took another look at the paper in her hands…
Dear colleague.
I can't help but stare in awe at the way your unique golden lock curl when it's blowing in the wind. Your body could be the work of an artist; it's so well shaped with all those beautiful muscles. To me it seems like you're always surrounded by shimmering sparkles. I have fallen deeply for you, and my only humble wish is that you accompany me to the ball.
You dearest
Vato Falman
-End part 9 ~Riza Hawkeye's POV~
