This story was inspired by the song Travelin' Soldier, and another one that I will find the name of… later.

The sun was warm on his cheeks, making them a rosy red as he walked into the small diner by the train station. The hostess was nice enough, but way too giggly to be of any sort of interest. He chose a seat by the window, one that overlooked all the passengers boarding the trains.

"Hi, I'm Riza and I'll be your waitress today. Can i get you anything to drink?" a young woman asked. She had short-cropped blonde hair, with wine colored eyes that shone brightly.

"I'll have coffee, and could I ask you for a favor?" the man asked, giving her a small smile. He decided he liked the sound of her voice, calm and melodic. He could easily get used to it.

The girl seemed confused.

"I suppose?"

"Could you just sit with me for a while? I need to see just one more friendly face before I head off." his eyes pleaded with her in such a way, she couldn't say no.

"I don't see why not. Let me get your drink then I'll take my break." and with that she went behind the small counter and returned with a mug of steaming coffee.
She placed the mug down gently in front of him, before sitting down across the table.

"May I ask to whom I owe this pleasure?" she asked politely.

"Roy Mustang. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm sorry if I interrupted your day, it's just I needed to see one more kind face. I'm feeling kinda down."

"Oh, it's quite alright. I'm Riza Hawkeye. May I ask where you're off to?" she asks kindly.

"War," was all Roy says, staring into the dark depths of his mug. Riza's eyes widened.

"A s-soldier?" she asked.

"Yeah, a soldier."