I felt like updating something. I've had this thing laying around in my docs for a couple of months and I felt like this was a good time to upload it.

Editor in love

Soul sipped from his coffee as he headed toward work. The corners of his mouth twitched with excitement as he went down the streets of Death City (because it was uncool skipping merrily).

Another day editing new at the news station. Another day behind the computer screen. Another day of staring with amazed wonder at the new anchor on his screen as his chest turned to gooey mush.

When he took the job at the local news station, he hadn't any intentions of staying more than a year. He was more interested in editing cool jazz music videos than boring debates about flossing. Now he had worked at the news station for two years and nine months, and he still hadn't started searching for other jobs. Of course the cute, smart, news anchor had nothing to do with his choice to stay. It wasn't like he enjoyed zooming into her face in his editing program so he could watch every expression she made, studying everything from the small wrinkle appearing between her eyebrows as she tried to maintain her rage and the dimples in her cheeks when something positive surprised her.

Nope, he didn't stay because of her.

The front door shrieked loudly, janitor Joe hadn't still oiled the hinges. The cool air from the AC made him uncomfortably aware of his soaked armpits and the moist pearls hiding underneath his bangs. The Nevada sun had no mercy on him. He probably should've drowned himself in axe body spray just like Black*Star.

With his free hand he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his two top buttons while balancing his full cup of coffee.

Before he knew it, he rounded the corner and ran right into a person. Scolding hot coffee splashed over his hand and the person. His mouth went wide at the feminine gasp and the gigantic stain of coffee all over her white shirt.

His eyes bulged out of their sockets at the view of the one and only, Maka Albarn, standing right in front of him with his coffee splashed all over her.

"Oh death." She frantically blew at the hot liquid all over her shirt.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, Maka!" His paper cup of Deathbucks coffee hit the floor and immediately ripped at his tie. "I-I've help you!" His tie hit the floor and soaked in the coffee. Buttons from his shirt sprayed in every direction, ripping it off his arms. "I-I can get that stain away!" He grabbed a hold of her shirt, rubbing at the stain on her shirt with his.

"Sir." Maka said.

"Don't worry. I-I'll fix this!" He scrubbed at the stain violently.

"Sir!" she exclaimed. He halted his hand, completely aware of his naked chest and his bunched up shirt totally on hers. The coffee stain on her shirt transforming it into a transparent filter, exposing her dark purple bra.

His shirt fell from his hand, staring at Maka with wide eyes. She gazed at him as if he wore a straitjacket.

"I'm sorry!" He moved passed her, totally slipping on the coffee as he hurried away to his hideout inside of the editor's section.

He didn't know what the weirdest part was: that he arrived shirtless or that he slammed the door shut behind him, locking it as if he was hunted by the police. Whatever it was, Black*Star's laughter was the far worst part. He fell from his chair in the process. Soul had rolled his eyes and stolen Black*Star's hoodie to cover himself.

Editing after the worst first encounter with the smart and beautiful Maka Albarn, he could only cringe and look away from her gaze as he edited her videos. He wasn't even in front of her and his neck disappeared inside of his body.

He sat with his headphones on, drowning in his embarrassment as he choked on the stench of axe body spray on Black*Star's hoodie. He definitely should never use the amount of body spray Black*Star uses or else he would lose his sense of smell.

A tap on his shoulders, he ripped of his headphones to see Black*Star standing with bag swung over his shoulder. "I'm heading out. Don't stay too long, okay?"

"Yeah, whatever."

"You know you can't hide in here forever. You gotta come out someday."

"Yeah, as soon as the whole office forgets it. No thanks to you." He turned back to his computer screen.

"Come on man, I only told Kilik about it. And maybe Harvar and Kim." Soul rolled his eyes at his friend and put his headphones on.

Oh couldn't believe how they could be friends. The most embarrassing encounter he has ever had with a crush. He totally first burned her and then sexually assaulted her. The whole office knew of his embarrassing moment thanks to Black*Star's big mouth. All he could do now was either quit his job or wait till the cops came and arrested him. Whatever it was, it would be easier than looking into Maka's eyes.

He gazed at the paused video on his screen of Maka, smiling wide and eyes sparkling as she stared into the camera. Cute dimples and all. He couldn't believe he did that to her. She had to hate him for completely violating her like that in the lobby.

His shoulder was once again tapped. He growled with annoyance and ripped his headphones off his head. "Black*Star I―" his voice disappeared at the cute news anchor standing right. In front. Of. Him. Now with a clean identical white shirt.

"Your name is Soul Evans, right?" she cautiously asked him.

He was left speechless and he nodded.

"You forgot your clothes." She extended his black silk tie and his button up shirt with coffee stains.

He accepted his clothes, avoiding her eyes. He murmured a "thank you".

"Don't worry about this morning's event." She started. "Black*Star explained everything."

His gaze snapped up at her. "Black*Star?" he nervously questioned.

"Yeah. He explained everything during lunch."

He was sweating bullets. What exactly had he told her? He never even mentioned he talked with her. He knew of Soul's crush on Maka! He wanted to melt in his seat and disappear through the cracks in the floor.

"He did…?" He squeaked.

"Yes, and quite frankly, I agree with him." He gulped visibly, sweating bullets. He was lucky Black*Star's hoodie was black. "Since you ruined my shirt, I think you owe me a cup of coffee."

His eyes fluttered. "What?"

Maka crossed her arms behind her back, looking cuter than ever. "Black*Star might have told me of your crush on me."

Soul groaned and melted in his chair, attempting to hide behind the back of his chair. "I'm so sorry."

"No, no, it's okay. Black*Star has actually talked about you, offered me your phone number and all. I didn't realize you were that Soul Evans."

He peeked up from the back of his chair. "He did that?"

She nodded, smiling wide. "Yes. So how about it?" She offered him her hand. "You want to grab a coffee?"

He couldn't believe it. A smile spread on his face and he timidly grabbed her hand. "Sure."