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Gasps and sighs echoed through out the office of Colonel Roy Mustang. More paperwork. Of course, they were being hand-delivered by Riza Hawkeye herself.
"More!" He spoke, sounding exasperated by the work. He already had a stack or two of work to do!
"Yes Sir. More." She raised an eyebrow at him for a moment, before dropping the pile on his desk in front of him.
"Get to work sir. Otherwise, I may have to shoot you." She turned, but gave him a sly wink and an odd smile.
"Do she just…?" He blinked, unsure of what to make of the brief wink. He could have sworn Hawkeye just winked at him! "Probably nothing…" He muttered, and glanced down at the work, as if mentally preparing himself for the challenge.
His mind though, wouldn't let him leave the thought of Riza winking at him alone. HE shook his head to clear it, and began to actually sign and fill them out. He came on one particular piece, and his eyes widened for a moment in shock. A note, from Riza Hawkeye, asking him to go on a date with her. Asking him to meet for dinner.
He gave a smooth smile, and signed the paper. Setting it aside, he (quickly) finished the work he had piled.
Riza entered the room to (surprisingly) the Colonel done his work. She flashed him an undetectable smile.
She also noted that her invite for dinner was on the top, signed.
"Good choice sir." She commented, and Roy glanced at her in confusion. She motioned to the sheet, and he nodded.
"So, Hawkeye…"
"Tonight?"
"Tonight."
A/N I may make a sequal to "A christmas bet" but, I want imput! Oh...yeah, enjoy this one too!