A/N: Super sorry that I couldn't upload this sooner, school's been a nightmare. I also hope the link to my tumblr is fixed so prompts can be sent in, if its not I'd appreciate someone letting me know. Hope you enjoy~

Maka was sitting at the table they had booked. Her hair was curled nicely, her clothes matching perfectly, and her make-up flawless. She was pretty as a picture but currently had no one to see it, because once again her boyfriend was late.

"Are you ready to order now Miss?" The waitress serving her table politely asked, for the seventh time.

"No, not just yet, my partner is just running late." Maka smiled and took a sip from her now warm white wine, that she had somehow managed to make last for the long twenty minutes since she ordered. She anxiously glanced at the door, only to see a happy couple walk in. She sighed and slouched back in her seat, playing with the stem of her wine glass. She could feel the gazes of people in the room and swept her eyes around, people were starting to stare, some apologetic, some just outright amused.

Straightening her back again, Maka looked at the door once more, looking out at the dark street. He was supposed to have been here an hour ago. She fixed her hair, and as she moved her fingers through it, she could feel the situation spiraling out of control. Maka looked her phone for what seemed like the thousandth time that night, letting out a short breath of annoyance when it showed she had no messages. Placing it in her clutch and beginning to stand up, she heard a loud "Babe!" from across the restaurant. Maka swivelled around quickly to see some man she had never seen before rushing straight to her table. Her eyes widened as he wrapped her in a hug,

"I'm Soul, just go with it." He said in her ear.

"Traffic was crazy!" He said loud enough for the whole place to hear, "I didn't mean to leave you for so long!" he smiled, revealing sharp teeth, then kissed her on the cheek and pulled out her seat. Maka, in a daze, took the seat and let the stranger - Soul - push her in. He was dressed smartly, she thought, in a shirt and suit trousers, with a jacket, which he had draped over the back of his chair, and his looks, though odd, were quite endearing.

"I'm really sorry for all that touching earlier," he smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head, "I'm sure you don't like strangers doing that to you." he laughed nervously.

"Umm…" Maka let her brain process what just happened, "It's okay" she smiled, "actually I really appreciate it, I was getting quite embarrassed. I'm Maka, by the way." she put out her hand for him to shake, then remembered that they were supposed to be dating and quickly put it back in her lap again.

Soul laughed again, this time not nervously, "So tell me, Maka, why is a beautiful woman like you dining alone?" she blushed and looked down at the table, "oh sorry - I didn't mean to-"

"No it's okay," she interrupted, "My boyfriend, actually lets say ex-boyfriend, decided to ditch me...what about you?" she inquired, wondering also why such an attractive man would be at such a fancy restaurant alone.

"Same reason actually, she called and told me she had to work late, though this is the fifth time this week. I'm pretty sure she and her boss have been shacking up." He brushed his knife over the white tablecloth, "I saw you just as I was about to leave this place and decided to give you a helping hand."

They continued to talk and joke, finding out more about one another, and by the end of dinner Maka found herself having a better time than she ever had with her boyfriend. Soul called for the cheque and without letting her look at it, payed for the entire meal, and tip. He stood up first, pulling her seat back out and holding her thin cardigan up for her to get into. They walked out of the restaurant hand in hand.

"I live just a few streets down from here." Maka said as they stepped out onto the street.

"I would like...I mean I wouldn't mind, if you were to come with me?" she blushed and looked away from his face, thankful of the cold air cooling her cheeks.

Soul smirked, flashing his sharp teeth again, "Yeah, of course." He offered her his arm, and once she had looped hers through his they walked down the street, continuing to share stories and other little things about themselves.

"Well, this is it." She said, stopping outside a tall, slightly older, brick building that seemed to have been made into apartments.

"I had a great time tonight Soul." she smiled as she looked into his eyes.

"Yeah me too." Soul scratched his the back of his neck as Maka dug around in her clutch for her keys.

"Um Maka, I'd love to maybe see you again sometime?"

"I'd like that too," she said finally retrieving her keys, and a pen, she took his hand and wrote her number down on it, "text me when you want to."

"I will." he watched as she made her way up the steps.

"Maka!" Soul jogged up to stand in front of her.

"Yeah?" Soul reached out for her hand, gently drawing her close to him, he brushed back her hair, and brought his face close.

"Just in case I've read the signals wrong," he whispered, his breath hot on her skin, "Do you want me to kiss you?" Maka nodded, and Soul closed the small space between them. It was, in her opinion, one of the best first date kisses she had ever had, he was gentle and sweet, just like he had been for the whole night, and when they broke away, both were slightly breathless.

"Good night Maka." Soul said gently, his cheeks flushed pink.

"Good night Soul." She knew her face was as red as his, and giving him one final, meaningful smile, she entered her apartment, extremely glad that her douche of an ex never showed up.