Standard disclaimer applies.

A/N. Written on request of 13thnightengale, thus dedication goes to her.

±In-between±

by ChaosD

Café slowly melts in the stainless-steel daylight. Roy gnaws on a toothpick. Civilian clothes are restricting him, and this break into solitude is almost not worth it.

Until a half-turn reveals - body, face, eyes. Beauty, grace, ice. Almost imperceptible, time after time she tries to relax in her chair; but the word natural applies nowhere.

Roy wishes she would break her waiting tranquillity for him nevertheless. This is hypnosis of perfection.

Before he's able to act the wait is over, however. Her companion? He blinks and tries to read their body language wrong.

For a moment it takes her to stand up she looks at Roy openly and offers a curve of lips that materializes somewhere behind his eyeballs.

"Better luck next time."

But what else could a ladies' woman say to a ladies' man?

±owari±