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Edward's Point of View

"C'mon," he said, pulling ahead of me with a smile, "I know a great place we could go."

I felt truly happy. For the first time in a long while, someone was making decisions for me that I liked, and for the first time, I was going to enjoy it. I smiled at him, jogging a bit to catch up.

"So, then," I said, trying to mask my voice with carelessness, "Where are we going?"

"Hmm, interested, are we?" He kept his eyes ahead of him, watching where we were going. "Well, then I guess you'll have to wait."

I grumbled. If there was one thing that I didn't like, it was not knowing something, especially when the colonel knew it.

"Calm down Edward, it's not like it's going to take a while, or anything." He led me to his car and I opened the passenger door. Walking quickly along the front of the car, he opened the door along his side as well and sat next to me.

"Why can't you just tell me?"

"What fun would that be?"

"Why does it have to be fun?"

"Well, if you don't want to have fun, I'll drop you off at Central and you can do all my paper work."

"I'm sure it's better then whatever YOU have planned." I crossed my arms across my chest, and then realized how stupid that sounded. Instead of uncrossing my arms, I looked out the window, hoping, for some reason, that doing this would make me right.

I heard him chuckle and he put a hand on my arm. "Some things never change, I guess."

I turned to him and stared at him arm and grinned, remembering the trembling Mustang I had been with last week. "And I guess some things do."

"Sure," he smiled, obviously missing the implication.

The ride to wherever we were going was a silent one. He kept his eyes fixed upon the road, and his hand upon mine. His hands were surprisingly cold for the man who was supposedly the Flame Alchemist. As the car began to slow down and pull to the right, I looked up. We were stopped in front of a small café. I rose an eyebrow. This seemed like a strange place for Roy Mustang to want to go. I turned to him as he pressed down firmly on the brake.

"Here?"

"You got a problem," he pulled the key out and stuck it in his pocket.

"No… it's just…" I turned back and stared out the window.

"Just what?"

I shook my head. "Nothing, I guess."

"Well," he looked rather puzzled, "Okay, then."

I opened the door and stepped out into the cool air, feeling the chilly wind blow my braid to one side, and letting it lazily fall back into place. I was so intent on studying the area around me, that I hardly noticed Roy walk around the car. He placed his hands on my shoulders, which now felt warm compared to the cool air.

"Why didn't you bring a better jacket?"

"I did…" I turned to the car, which was now locked, "…but I left it in there." I pointed to the car.

"Well, then get it."

I shook my head, "No, that's okay…" I didn't feel like taking anymore time, especially for the sake of a stupid jacket.

He put his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his warm body and walking towards the door. "Then let's go."

Okay, the only reason this one is so short is because I really want to do the next part in Roy's point of view. I promise that the next chapter will be longer. Please try to believe me.

---Cho