The absolute second that she could no longer sense the man on her porch, Sara banged her head against the door and allowed herself a moment to slide down to rest on the floor. Todays events had been unexpected. Yet not entirely unwelcome despite that fact.

She had after all, known who Roy was from the moment that he had walked into her flower shop for the first time. There was no one else in the world that looked, sounded, smelled and smiled like him. But that wasn't really what had given him away.

It was his aura. The very same that had drawn her to him when she had been a child. It had simply shone so damn brightly, flickering and flaring out just like a flame. It was no wonder why he was now known as the Flame Alchemist.

However he hadn't seemed to remember her right away as she had him, but then his senses weren't at all like her own. If they were, he and his friend Maes would have been able to find her much more easily after she had disappeared from Ishbal.

They would have been able to sense the trail that she had left behind if they'd had sense's like hers. They also would have known that she had followed them around for the better part of four months before finally leaving the ruined city to head home and take care of things.

Like dealing with her family for selling her.

That had been fun, and once she had finished ruining them all- she had seen to it that they were imprisoned for their crimes after which she had inherited her families estate. And then promptly sold it and all of the stuff that had reminded her of them. The jewelry, the antiques, the heirlooms (well with the exception of one or two) and then she simply packed up and left.

She had traveled around for a little bit, learned this and that, gone to a proper school once she felt that she was finally ready and her wounds had healed enough for her to be able to attend without much issue. She had graduated within two years with her teachers singing her praises as a child prodigy.

After that she had attended a nice college and bought herself a country estate to relax at while she had been looking for a place to settle in for good and open shop. It had taken a few months due to her being pursued to distraction by several boys who had taken one look at her and thought that she would be the nicest, richest wife that they could land themselves.

She had turned each of them down flat, but they had refused to leave her alone. So once she had been ready, she had packed up and left so that she could start her life over again somewhere new.

And she had come to rather like where she was now. Despite the weirdness of the past few days. Although, today had sort of been off the weirdness scale for her.

Mostly because Roy had finally remembered her, but oddly enough, before he had- he had been displaying some peculiar behavior towards her. Acting...well...protective, possessive and then he had gotten really odd with her and been affectionate. So much so that the bastard had stolen her first kiss.

Which was why she had been in such a bad mood when Maes had shown up, though he didn't seem to realize who she was either- the jerk. It was part of the reason why she had sent a few things of food and some flowers over to Roy's.

She was hoping that the food and such would jog the both of their memories.

Maybe then she wouldn't be so alone anymore...

Sighing, she slowly climbed to her feet up off of the floor and walked away from her front door. She needed to eat something badly since she hadn't done so in several days now and her body was finally beginning to feel the effects. Afterwards, she needed a nice long shower and a good night's sleep.

Especially since tomorrow would be fraught with new and interesting experiences.

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The moment that Maes returned to his house, and entered, he slammed a bag of sugar into his arms and then laid the plastic bag with the tulips on his desk and then went to sit down while he said, "Here's your damn sugar, you better be planning to bake a damned cake. That woman was downright rude." He walked over to his previous seat and dropped himself back down into it while Roy stood there blinking at him and the stuff that he had brought.

"Jesus, Hughes. What the hell did you do? Rob the woman's pantry while her back was turned?"

"As if she would be so lucky."

"Then what is all of this?"

"Dunno. She just told me to bring it over to you."

"And you listened?"

"I'm hoping that she's poisoned something so that I can watch you die."

Roy didn't respond to Maes immature words this time, he merely rolled his eyes at the man and then moved to carefully remove the stuff from the plastic bag after setting the sugar aside. After removing the tulips from the bag and carefully setting them aside so that they didn't wind up damaged and bruised, he then began to pull out plastic containers of...food?

What the hell? Maybe Maes was right and something that Angel had sent over for him was poisoned. Still, it wasn't going to stop him from trying a little bit of it. If the woman proved to be a decent enough cook, he'd have Maes help him book a chapel tomorrow.

"Your not actually going to eat any of that are you?" Maes suddenly asked, his tone wary.

"I am."

"But what if it's really poisoned?"

"Then you'll get your wish. Besides, how often can I say that a beautiful woman gave me free food and nice flowers?"

"It sort of seems like a courting move. Only she's the one courting you."

"It kind of does, doesn't it," Roy said as she began to take the lids off of the topper ware so that he could better see what Angel had sent him. And nearly laughed at the sight of not only some of his but Maes favorite foods. "I think we should both go grab a couple of forks and knives Maes."

"Nu-uh. I'm not eating that."

"Fine then. More for me."