She just had nothing to go home too. It was easier to bury herself in as much paperwork as possible and not have to face the silence and loneliness at home until she was too exhausted to think about it.
"Out late, aren't you?"
Riza jumped and turned around to face the speaker. Colonel Roy Mustang stood behind her. Riza nodded. "Yes. But aren't you?"
Roy gave her a small smile. "Sleepwalking."
"That's not an excuse," Riza answered casually.
"I can't think of a better one," he answered her with a shrug.
"I, on the other hand, was doing paperwork."
"Is that right?" Roy stepped closer.
"I should be getting home." Riza turned away, but she felt a hand lay gently on her arm. She turned back to him silently.
"Don't go," Roy whispered softly. He was looking at her in a soft way that she wasn't used to, but it made her feel something new in response.
"Why shouldn't I?" she questioned him looking into his eyes.