It took Roy over an hour to decide what to cook the next day for Riza. He didn't know how to cook much, so he decided on the only thing he knew how to cook; macaroni.

Taking a box of Kraft® Macaroni and Cheese from the pantry, he read the directions. 'Simple enough' he thought as he poured water in a pot and set it on the stove to boil.

He felt very proud of himself as he walked into his office carrying a bowl full of fresh macaroni in his hands as he walked into his office. The day's work went easy enough, and before he knew it, it was lunchtime.

Roy sent one of his subordinates down to the kitchen to heat up the macaroni, and proceeded to his favourite tables where Riza was waiting for him.

The subordinate rushed back over with the meal and handed it to Roy.

Taking the lid off, Roy shouted, "Ta Da! Made it all by myself."

Riza barely stifled a laugh. Macaroni. Wow. How utterly amazing! "That's…That's great Roy. Are you sure you didn't have any one help you?"

Roy scoffed, "Not a single soul."

As they sat down and ate, Riza noticed that it wasn't bad. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't great either. Good thing she had a back up sandwich in her desk…

"Well, how did I do?"

After swallowing, Riza replied, "Good,… for a guy."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just very few guys make astute cooks."

"Oh, hmm hmm… Well, it was only my first time at a stove, so FORGIVE me it wasn't caviar!"

She smiled. He didn't like her criticism, even if it was constructive. "I don't even like caviar. Too salty. Macaroni is much better."

Again, she had fooled him. Now he was at a loss for words. So, he just finished his meal, and went back up to his desk. Had she been hinting at a flirt, or had she been blowing him off? What did she mean by all of that? Did he even have a chance with her?

As he sat himself down in his chair, he muttered under his breath, "Women are so confusing."

Riza walked in, "What was that, Sir?"

He coughed. "N-Nothing."

"I thought so."


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