A/N: And now for chapter three! I got a bit of love for the last chapter, but not that much. Maybe this chapter will inspire more reviews. I certainly am hoping so!

Enjoy!

Roy slipped his sneakers on, then peeked at the watch on his wrist. 5:43. By the time he got out to the car, it would be close enough to when he was leaving.

He pet Blaze once on the head, scratching right behind his ear before he picked up his keys and wallet and walked out the door to his car.

Getting in he started the engine by inserting the key and giving it a twist. He backed out of the drive, then pulled into the street before taking off towards Riza's, his car going the exact miles per hour that were on each speed limit sign he passed.

He didn't notice that he had gotten to Riza's until he had already begun to park, his thoughts having been so full of the excitement (or at least happiness) that was in store for the evening. He did, after all, enjoy spending time with that woman.

Parking the vehicle, he stepped out, then shut the door to his car. His hand pushed it closed with a nice forceful push, resulting in a nice satisfactory thump.

Bringing the hand that had his watch on the wrist, which coincidentally had just been the hand responsible for closing the door, he looked again at the time. 5:59. One minute to get to Riza's door.

He walked quickly to the front of her apartment complex, then took the stairs two at a time to get to the second floor. His eyes traveled to the left, taking in the apartment numbers.

Apartment 201, apartment 203... no... apartment 305... His eye skipped a few doors down. Apartment 211, and at last, apartment 213. Riza's apartment.

For some odd reason, after the entire Warehouse 13 incident, which had scared his men half to death, almost all of the apartments, homes, and in general any address that was in this area of central that was associated with the number 13 was quickly vacated. Too many people apparently believed in superstitions and such, but this did allow Riza to land a deal on this apartment due to the lowered cost rate. Riza loved the apartment, and couldn't be more pleased, so it had worked out for the best apparently.

He looked back down at his watch. 6:00. Time to knock. Time to be punctual as always. It was his custom to be punctual anywhere but the office. He wouldn't break that tradition now.

He raised his hand, letting the knuckles rap firmly on the door three times in quick succession.

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Knock, knock, knock.

Black Hayate's head popped up from its previous position of resting on his paws. His tongue lolled out, his head cocked towards the door.

Riza grinned at her dog, then stood up from the couch she was reclined upon, heading to answer the door.

She had previously been reading a book that she found to be quite fascinating. It was by a young woman in central and was a current craze among many of the population. Riza was far from being excluded in this group.

It was about the unfairness of war. The book was published just a month after the war, and everyone had been glad for this book which frowned upon the harshness that many had suffered a few weeks previous to its publishing.

Her hand touched the doorknob. Then turning it, she opened the door.

Roy was standing on the other side of the threshold. He looked casual, but still classy, in his grey sweater.

"Roy, just as punctual as last night."

Roy grinned sheepishly at Riza. "Well I do kinda like to be on time."

"For everywhere but work, I see."

Roy flushed, then admitted. "Yeah, basically."

Looking at the man before her, Riza was a bit unsure of what to do next. Ask him in? Kiss him? Or should she just leave it at a good solid hug?

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Roy's heart sped up as his nervousness increased. How did he greet her? He definitely wouldn't mind a kiss, any sort would do. A hug would be nice too, though. But maybe they were at a handshake level still?

"No. We can't still be there. I kissed her last night. I made out with her. I mean, that's definitely past handshake level. So maybe a hug? I think I'll try that. That sounds safe..."

Pulling his guts together, Roy leaned in and extended his arms a bit to prepare for a hug.

Riza leaned in to meet Roy halfway. His arms wrapped around her smaller form, pulling her in a touch more. She stepped up, her weight now resting on the tips of her toes. Her body was relaxed against his own.

"Okay, I'm safe so far. I'll give her a light kiss on the cheek, but no more. I'm not going to push it," Roy thought nervously.

He bent his head a bit and turned it to face her cheek. His lips drew close to her before resting on the soft skin of her cheek. Roy felt her stiffen a moment before relaxing again.

He pulled back after letting his lips brush her cheek for a moment, then stepped back and broke the hug.

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Riza's heart thumped in her chest as she returned the man's hug, then faster as she felt his lips brush her cheek for moment.

"I could get used to this..."

She felt him pull back, breaking the hug."Well, that wasn't too bad. Thank goodness Roy knows what he's doing. I'll just go along with him if he suggests something for now since I'm completely clueless. I still have to entertain him though... I did invited him."

Riza smiled at Roy, her nerves now more calm than they were a moment before, then stepped aside to allow for more room in the doorway. "Would you like to come in?"

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Roy smiled gently back at Riza, then nodded. "Yes, I'd love to come in."

He stepped in, then slipped his shoes off by toeing the back of his right shoe, then his left. He knew that Riza preferred to have her guests go barefoot and keep dirt off of the floor thanks to Al who had heard it from Winry when the female automail mechanic had stayed with Riza. Pushing them to the wall by the door, he then turned to look at Riza who had just shut the door behind him.

She looked relaxed, and not as uptight as he felt. "Well, it is her house. She should look and feel more at home in her own home, after all."

"So..."

"I was about to prep and cook dinner. Would you care to come in and help me?"

Roy grinned. "I'd love to, Riza."

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"Okay, good. Now you have something to do and talk about. You're doing well, Riza. You can do this," Riza thought as she walked towards the kitchen and the food.

A/N: Before I head off, I want to say thanks to Darth Maitimo for betaing this chapter, along with all the others. She was super awesome in doing all of that.

And please remember that I have a poll for what fandom my next fanfic should come from! You can find it on my main page.

Until next chapter!