A/N: Was staring at my cup while writing this.
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA
Coffee
Every morning was the same. Riza Hawkeye valued her routine, as a life in the military was often turbulent and surprising. It was almost comforting to have something to cling to. She would wake early, shower and dry her hair so that it hung perfectly straight. She would change into her military uniform before clipping her hair into her usual style. Then she would have her coffee. This was the strangest part of her routine, yet to her the most valued part of it. It was strange because she absolutely detested coffee. Tea was a separate matter entirely. Tea was refreshing and calming, keeping you alert without over stimulating. It could be sweetened with sugar or honey yet she preferred it simply with milk.
Coffee was the complete opposite. Coffee stimulated you immediately, the ultimate caffeine fix. It was dark and bitter, almost intoxicatingly powerful. It could be sweetened with sugar or cream and even weakened by milk, but the tart after taste still hung around for hours after consumption. Coffee is a reminder of too many drunken nights followed by early mornings. It screams of the need to stay awake, the inability to let one's self relax, the need to be constantly alert.
It was unsurprising that Riza Hawkeye hated coffee. Whenever she was asked what she liked to drink whist around the office, she always opted for tea, no matter how poor the quality. Yet each and every morning she would sit in her apartment and drink her cup of strong black coffee for one simple reason.
It reminded her of him.
A/N: Can you guess what I like to drink? Lol Please review.