#7 – Remember

"Ah Hawkeye, I'm glad you made it out," however Havoc got her out of the office to go out drinking still confused Riza.

"I don't think I had a choice in the matter," she coldly replied from the barstool. Normally Riza would be curled up on her bed reading a novel, but Mustang was in town and she'd only seen him for a few seconds during the past week. Things were awkward between the two now because of his rocky departure. Riza couldn't stay mad at him forever, but they needed to make amends with each other. They never talked during his two-year absence, and life was so chaotic, for lack of better words, this week that they were still stuck in this rut.

"C'mon Hawkeye," Havoc said, trying to cheer up the wilted Lieutenant, "I'm sure you'll have fun tonight." He placed a hand on Riza's shoulder to get her attention, "I have a friend I want you to meet," Havoc paused for a moment, "but I think you've already met him before." Riza glanced over her shoulder to see a man dressed in a state uniform with black hair, and an intense gaze on her. The tiniest hint of a small smile washed over his face when she returned his gaze while Havoc proceeded with introductions, "Riza, this is Corporal Roy Mustang visiting from the north, and Roy, this is First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye." He noticed that neither were listening to him, and decided to leave the two alone.

Roy took a seat next to Riza at the bar, ordering a glass of whiskey.

"You're still drinking."

"Not as much as you think Lieutenant," Roy swirled the glass in his hand, while looking over at his ex-lieutenant. There was a long pause, neither of them knew what to say to the other. "It's been a long time Riza, but it doesn't feel that way."

"I wish I could say the same sir," a remembrance of old habits leaked from her mouths.

"It's not sir anymore."

"Right," Riza sighed. Things just weren't going as she wanted them to, "When will you be heading back north?"

"In a couple of days, but I'm going to see if I can get a transfer back to Central or maybe the East." He waited a second, taking a sip of his drink, before going on. "Listen, Riza, I know things haven't been good between us for the last few years, but I want to fix that transfer or not."

Maybe she wasn't the only one who wanted to change things between them…

"I would like that." Riza used no formalities, remembering how close they'd been before he left.

"Good," he still remembered how to form that boyish grin on his stoic face. Roy slid a napkin over to Riza with an address, "That's how you can reach me up North. I'll keep in touch with you to let you know how things are going on my end. Then, if I'm lucky enough, I'll be back here in a few months, and we can start up from where we were last…if that's ok with you?"

By now Riza was smiling while remembering what there was between herself and Roy, "I haven't heard anything that good in two years, Roy."