Sorry for the lateness but I've been very busy recently and I was a bit stuck on ideas, I've also come up for a cool idea for another soma fanfic inspired by the film 'Whip it' I will hopefully post up the first chapter soon. I have come up with a new character for this chapter who isn't in Soul Eater, she probably be the only one it's just I could think of anyone to go in her place. I hope you enjoy this chapter, thank you for all the comments they mean a lot!

Disclaimer: I do not Soul Eater!

Chapter 6: Café Mama's

Maka slowly appeared from the duvey heap, she tiredly rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and sat up straight on her bed. She rummaged through her bed side table draw for her iPod, the light from the screen lit up her face making her squint at the brightness. After changing it to dim she searched the screen for the time, 10:27 at least I got to sleep in without anyone waking me, for once I can wake up to the sound to silence instead of some snoring elephant or the sounds of someone playing 'who can bounce the highest on the bed'. At thought she tip toed quietly over to her wardrobe, letting out a long tired sigh while stretching her arms out over her head.

As she reached the plain wardrobe, she slowly opened the two wooden doors. Work today, I love Sundays I get to sleep in since the café opens at 12. At the thought she grabbed her work uniform of a short sleeved white shirt, a black tight skirt that ends just above her thigh. With them hung over her arm she went to take a shower.

After she finished her shower and got changed quickly releasing she's going to be late at this rate, why does it have to such a long walk to work?! She thought as she stumbled out of the building of flats, hopping on one foot as she but her combat boots.

Maka sprinted down the road, when all of a sudden heard a roar of engines from behind her. She turned her head around slightly to see what it was but not slowing down her pace since she had no time to spare, with shock of what she saw she suddenly tripped on the pavement falling fallout on her face.

Oh god please say he hasn't seen me! She thought when she heard the monster of engines slow down to a stop next to her, shit. "Looking for coins are we tiny tits?" Maka slowly looked up to see Soul leaning against his monster of a motorbike, well double shit, "No I fell thanks to you! And now I'm going to be late for work now because of you!" She exclaimed as she stood up brushing off the dirt from her skirt.

She was surprised when she turned to face Soul to only find him checking out my butt, "Oh my God! You pervert!" Maka shouted going all red with embarrassment and anger, "Why the hell would I check out you, a flat-chested bookwo-" Before he could say anymore Maka, Maka-Chopped him but with a paperback leaving Soul rubbing his head in pain with one hand and the other stuffed in his leather jacket pocket.

"What was that for?!" Soul stared back at Maka with his red eyes clearly pissed, for a moment they stood there stuck in each other's glare, red meeting green, in till Maka suddenly turned and started running again. "Fuck, I'm gonna be late!" "I can give you a lift if you want?!" Soul shouted over at the running figure, at the words she slowly stopped and turned around to face him. If I get a lift with him I won't be late, but it's on that death machine of his, argh!

"I'm waiting!" He shouted at her while climbing onto his motorcycle, fuck it! Maka thought as she quickly walked towards him replying "Fine! But you better not pull anything!" "Can't promise anything," he said back as she climbed aboard behind him, giving him a hard punch on the arm in the process. "Ouch!" He exclaimed rubbing his arm.

"Just get a move on!" Maka said from behind grabbing the back of the motorbike tightly, "Ok, ok, also you may wanna grab onto me, if you want to live." Before she could reply he started the engine and went at full speed down the empty streets, Maka quickly wrapped her arms around Soul earning a chuckle from him. "Shut up!" She said as she dug her claws into Souls well-built abs, well-built, shit! At the thought her cheeks turned pink, thank god he can't see my face.

After a while she kind of like it, she was comfortable with her arms around Soul, it almost seemed natural for the two of them. "So where do you work?" Soul asked, having to rise his voice slightly so Maka could hear him over the roaring winds rushing past them, "Oh, yeah! I work at café Mama's it's on the third road turning off right!" She half shouted and said over his shoulder, hoping he would hear her.

"Cool!" Was all he said back at her, at the words Maka couldn't help but a small smile to slip onto her face, it's kinda cute how he's obsessed with being 'cool', wait what?! What are you doing Maka, he is a womanizer, and all men are! You should know that the most! And since when did I find Soul 'cute', how is he cute he's tall, well built, if anything he's hot. Wait what am I thinking, Argh!

Maka was too lost in her thoughts to release that Soul had stopped and they were outside the café Mama's, she only noticed when Soul said "We're here now, you can let go of me now. Unless you don't want to!" saying the last bit flirtatiously, as soon as Maka heard the words she quickly leapt of the bike and ran into the café shouting over her shoulder, "I would Maka-Chop you right now if I didn't need to go to work, but thanks for the lift!" Soul just stayed on his bike staring at the door Maka just went through, "No problem bookworm," he whispered as he pulled out his mobile phone.

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Maka quickly opened the 'employee's only' door near the back of the small café, as she entered the back room she rushed over to the office door and opened it slightly and called in "Hey Maggie, on the spot as always!" The old woman, around her 70's, behind the desk looked up from her papers with her reading glasses balancing on the end of her nose she just smiled at the dirty blonde and greeted her "Hey Maka, you seem happier than usual. Have you finally got yourself a man?" She asked grinning slightly amused with the younger girls face of shock which was glowing bright red.

"N-no, I-I better g-get to wor-rk!" she stuttered as she quickly turned around slamming the door closed, with that Maka sprint walked over to the five lockers of the other side of the room from the door of the office. She opened her locker and grabbed her white apron with white lace stitched around the edge along with my little black notepad with pencil and popped it into her shirt pocket. After closing it she snatched her black high heels from the top of her locker and replaced them with her combat boots, she sat down quickly so she could slip on her high heels while sticking blister plasters at the back of her heels.

When she was ready she pushed through the 'employee's' door again entering the café, while sorting out her twin ponytails she walked behind the white tiled counter. All along the counter there were a mixture of different cakes all on beautiful vintage cake stands, they were all covered by a plastic see through dome.

When she was finished tying up her hair she dragged her right hand along the counter to the very end, when she reached the big old fashioned money till she opened the draw and checked that all the money was in there and if there was another change, perfect! With that she closed the till with a *ting* and headed towards the café door and flipped the closed sign so it would say open, after that she walked over to the three big windows to the side of the door and pulled up all of the blinds letting in the sun light.

Maka smiled to herself while breathing in the sweet smells of the café and all of its food glory, I love working at this place, Maggie's cooking is the best! With that thought she zig zagged around the round tables covered by sky blue and white poka dot over to the 1950's colourful jukebox to the side of the room. Slowly hovering her finger over the different buttons, wondering in what song to choose, she finally choosing sweet nothings sang by Brenda Lee. The music filled up the once silent café, with that she swayed to the music around the tables over to the counters. Maka couldn't help but swing her hips back and forth to the music waving her arms up above her head, she was too distracted by the music to notice the sound of the bell above the door ringing out to alarm there is a new customer.

"I have to say your hips definitely makes up for your flat-chest," Maka froze in place when she slowly turned to the figure leaning on the jukebox, and reddened at the sight. "W-when did y-you come in?" She stuttered as she watched him chuckle with his sharkey grin, "I came in but you didn't notice since you were really into the music," With those last words he switched on hound dog by Elvis and mimed the words as he ran towards Maka, she couldn't help but giggle at his silly actions. When he reached her he grabbed her hand and dragged her around the counter, she couldn't help but let out a little squeal but didn't resit as he started to dance along with the music. Soon another Maka joined in and they ended up laughing and swinging along to the music together both with massive grins filling up their faces.

To be continued . . .