#8 Store-lined Street

Jean Havoc. He wasn't an unattractive man, just unlucky. He would sometimes sit back in the office and when he was suppose to be doing work, sit back and study his comrades. He'd admit, at the top of the attractiveness list would have to be Roy Mustang. The man just dripped with charisma and good looks. He knew how to be charming, had that "knock 'em dead" smile and all the women thought he was sexy. There was no competition.

Next in line would have to be him! After all, he was tall, had gorgeous eyes, an awesome build, and an overall good personality. Fuery would have to be third. Let's face it, there were girls that liked cute little dorky guys, and that was Fuery. Not to mention his love of animals. Ladies loved that, right? Breda would be next. Breda was Breda… he wasn't really sure what to think about him. Lastly was Falman… just because.

So the question was, WHY couldn't he, Jean Havoc, second in line as most attractive man in his crew, could not keep a woman!

He allowed a defeated sigh to escape as he walked down the streets of central, trying to occupy yet another dateless weekend. He blamed his commanding officer for his horrible luck with women! And to think, he had a nice girl before they were shipped off to Central. The blonde soldier continued to sulk. How was he suppose to find a smart, funny, cute girl that wouldn't cheat on him in a busy city like this?

"What's wrong, young man?" He looked up at a smiling older man at the fruit stand he had decided to sulk in front of. "Have an argument with a lady friend?" Havoc allowed a pitiful smile to cross his face.

"Far from that. Just moved into town… had to break up with my lady friend." He answered and allowed his shoulders to drop in sorrow at the memory. The tragic, tragic memory. The old man chuckled.

"Well Central is a big city and there are plenty of beautiful young women." He informed brightly. The blonde smoker looked at the old man thoughtfully and an appreciative smile crossed his face.

"Thanks sir." As he turned from the old man, something very appealing caught his eye. More specifically, a woman. He couldn't help but to immediately take in her appearance.

Her long blonde hair.

Her shapely legs that were visible thanks to the slit up the side of her long skirt… and her more northern assets weren't lacking either!

Was this his lucky day? Yeah, he could say so.

Straightening up, Havoc prepared to approach the blonde cutie when a dark haired man walked up to the woman and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. Havoc almost fell on his face in defeat. It was just his luck to spot a hot chick that just so happened to be taken.

In some jealousy, he watched the couple interact, the blonde looking up at her lover with a disapproving expression on her face. She had a cute face. Definitely something worth waking up to. The man just grinned back down at her. Havoc groaned when he noted the man himself had the nerve to be attractive as well.

He began to let his depression take over once again.

Yup, that chick's boyfriend was handsome. In fact, he looked a lot like… MUSTANG!?

What the hell? How could that man move so fast! Despite the strange looks he was getting from people passing by, Havoc began tugging his hair in complete frustration. What was going on! They had only just arrived in central and Mustang managed to snag such a… Freezing, the chain smoker stared at the Colonel and his blonde companion, allowing things to click into place.

He suddenly took in the presence of a small black dog with the pair. The leash was in the woman's hand. Something was familiar about this. What gorgeous blonde did he know with a dog in Central? Better yet, what blonde did he know with a dog…

The man nearly fainted when it hit him.

HAWKEYE?!

The pair didn't notice Havoc in the distance having his mental breakdown several feet away. They continued the shopping, Mustang snaking an arm around Hawkeye's waist as they walked, looking like a content civilian couple as they window shopped, flirted, and exchanged quick kisses. It was obvious when Mustang was trying to hold a kiss. Hawkeye would give his nose a playful flick as she gave him a not so serious disapproving look and walked ahead, the man quick to chase after her and lace their fingers together once he reached her side.

"Havoc, is that you?" Snapping out of his mini coma, the blond looked over his shoulder to see Fuery and Breda looking at him expectantly. They clearly took in his distraught state and exchanged looks.

"Are you alright?" Fuery asked. Havoc glanced in the direction that the Colonel and Hawkeye had vanished into before turning back to his companions.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."