riza + p. while driving or in/around a car for the minific ask game <3
minific ask game
P. While driving or in/around a car.
Riza grabbed the keys from the table, hooking her finger in the ring and twirling it around a couple of times. She locked her door behind her and walked down the stairs to the garage. She climbed in her car, breathing deeply before turning the ignition. The car rumbled to life, and Riza allowed the engine to warm for a few moments before shifting into reverse. After clearing her parking spot, she shifted into first, then second, and carefully navigated to the main street. She took off in the direction she had become so accustomed to, and rounded the corner she got used to rounding. She drove down the street, shifting up to fourth, then back down to second to take her next turn. The same folks were out walking, milling, socializing, that always were. Street merchants maybe switched spots on the sidewalk, but were all accounted for. Buildings were the same as ever, residents doing the same chores and activities. She completed her final turn, and pulled over in front of the same building she had stopped at every morning for weeks now. She opened her door and exited the vehicle, straightening her uniform and walking to the other side. She leaned on the car, feeling the rumbling from the engine echoing through the chassis and frame.
It wasn't too long until she heard a door open and close, and footsteps approaching the front door to the apartment. She stood up straight, not that the person she was picking up would blame her for wanting to allow herself the comfort of a slight lean, but she wanted to maintain her professional composure with the woman. The last door opened, and the inhabitant walked out. Riza saluted, "good morning, Colonel."
"You're early, Lieutenant." Roy responded, wrist threaded through the handle of her briefcase to allow her hands the freedom to finish zipping her coat. She pulled down at the hem to tighten it's fit, and stopped on the sidewalk where the Lieutenant parked.
"Are you ready, sir?" Riza asked, moving to open the rear door.
"Always am." The corners of Roy's mouth angled upwards, not enough to call it a smile but enough for Riza to notice. She opened the door, standing and gripping the handle to allow her superior to get into the vehicle safely.
Once all arms, hands, legs, and feet made it inside the ride, Riza closed the door. She walked around the front to the driver's side, and boarded the vehicle herself. The two shared a brief glance in the mirror, tired eyes against tired eyes. Riza shifted into gear and began the drive to Central Command. Another word wasn't uttered until they arrived; though further shared glances spoke enough conversation to fill the silence.
















