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“Riza Hawkeye, Amestris Central City Police! Do you know why I pulled you over, sir?” Roy flashed the police officer a grin. “Because you noticed my dashing good looks and wanted to talk to me?”
“No, sir,” The officer said with a completely straight face, “Because that was the most reckless driving I’ve ever seen in my years in the workforce! Do you have any idea how many civilians you could have endangered with your conduct?!”
“I can take a guess…”
Riza groaned. “I need to see your driver's license to see if this is a repeated offense. You do have it on you, right?”
“Of course!” Roy said, handing her the card, “But if you wanted to know my name, you could’ve just asked…”
Riza looked unamused as she took the license. But then her face paled as she read the information.
“You’re Roy Mustang?” She exclaimed.
“A fan?” Roy asked.
“You… could say that. You're the one who retired from the police force to pursue…”
“Pro alchemy! I’m a little bit famous, in fact. Have you heard of the Flame Alchemist?”
“No.” Riza said nonchalantly, reading over the rest of Roy’s license. His face fell. “Do you live under a rock?! Everyone’s heard of me, haven’t they?”
Riza finished looking over the driver’s license as Roy began his existential crisis. “It looks like you’re a repeated offender. Just one or two more offenses and you’re looking at having your license revoked. This time you will be fined, however.”
“Am I not fine enough?” Roy asked, motioning to himself. This time, Riza actually blushed, and hid her face behind a clipboard she’d gotten somewhere.
“I’m bringing you to the police station.” She said.
Roy shrugged and climbed out of the car, shoving his keys in his pocket. Riza opened the police car door and Roy went in, still pouting.
“You’re not going to let me sit in shotgun?”
“You tell me. Do officers usually let perps sit in the front seat?”
Roy remained silent for the rest of the ride. But the way Riza was driving… “Hey, this isn’t the way to the station.” He said.
To his surprise, Riza started laughing, and pulled over.
“I didn’t think it would take you so long to notice! People aren’t brought to the station over reckless driving, Mr. Mustang, I assumed you would know, I was just driving around the block. You worked under Berthold Hawkeye, didn’t you? I was just pulling a little joke on my father’s protege, I do apologize.”
She was still laughing, and it was a beautiful melodic sound that brought a smile to Roy’s face. He was enjoying it so much that he almost didn’t process what she’d actually said.
“Oh, I should have guessed when you said your surname was Hawkeye! It’s practically like we already know each other, then.” He said. “And since we’re apparently such good acquaintances, would you like to get dinner with me on Saturday?”
“Sure.” Riza said. Her face was turned to the road as she started driving again, so Roy couldn’t be quite sure. But he thought he saw Riza smiling too.