After an entire day in the large, pristine white office that was filled with desks just like her own, Maka finally felt like she knew Soul more than she knew herself. He was a year older than her, with snow white hair, blood red eyes and a job not that unlike her own. He worked in a large, dull grey office, filled with desks, all alike, he helped people with their lives, sorting out problems with computers to bring them joy. They were both similar, both bored with doing the same things, both lonely and feeling shut off from the world; Maka and Soul were leading the same life, and maybe if she could help him she could help herself.
Printing off her new information, she shut down her computer and left, the sound of her heels echoing in the empty room. She turned off the lights as she walked out the door, plunging the white room into darkness.
The keys jingled as she twisted them in the door, forcing it open into her dingy, cold and lonely apartment. She dropped her handbag at her feet, and it landed with a dull thud. Kicking off her shoes, she padded barefoot into her so-called living room, comprised of a small sofa and a tiny, barely working TV. Flopping herself down, Maka grabbed the remote and switched on a random channel, watching the images without much interest. Once boredom overcame her, she went to bed, ready for the job ahead of her.
Soul sat at his desk, listening to the annoyance of another customer as she tried to open her browser. "I'm sorry, Miss, but that is all I can tell you. Now are you sure you've turned it off and back on again?" he sighed, gritted his teeth in annoyance, but continued to listen. "No that just turns off the monitor-you need-you-Miss, I need you to listen to me" he dropped his head into his hands, yet another person who couldn't use a computer. "Okay, thank you. So go to the main computer. No, that is still the monitor...yes, the big box thing, that's right" he leaned his head on his clenched fist. "Press the big button that has the off symbol-yes that's right. Now wait ten seconds...I'll count it then, 1, 2, 3...actually that should be enough. Now press it again...yes that will turn it on" he closed his eyes and rubbed his hands across it, dealing with people like this really pushed his buttons, "now click on your browser...the one with the red fox around a blue sphere, yes that is what it should look like. Okay Miss, have a nice day!" he feigned cheeriness as he hung up on the customer.
The sound of someone clearing his throat brought Soul out of his temporary hatred of humanity. he looked up to see the secretary, Liz standing at the entrance of his cubicle with another woman. Liz stared at him with her arms folded across her chest for a while, laughing at how Soul had handled the phone call. "Soul, this is Maka, she is here to replace Blake. So congratulations," she said in a sarcastic tone, as she gestured with a perfectly manicured hand to the woman standing next to her, "you have a new cubicle mate." Liz flicked her dark blonde hair over her shoulder, then slinked away.
Maka raised a hand and smiled, "Hi!" she said cheerily. Soul looked her up and down, the black pencil skirt, tailored black jacket, pale green shirt and matching heels suited her well, and he was glad to have an attractive colleague, not a hyper one that he now chooses to call his friend, "Hey, Maka, I'm Soul, pleased to meet you" he mustered a smile and held out his hand. Maka took it, and for a brief moment they both felt like something in their life had changed for the better.