In Which We Go Out To Eat
Maka had her books and her boots.
Soul had his music and his motorcycle.
Running was her strong suite.
She ran and ran and ran and ran and could run forever. She ran away from her problems. She ran to her problems. But no matter what, she was never fast enough to beat Soul's motorcycle.
And so they used Soul's motorcycle as means of transportation when available.
Being cool was his strong suite.
Valentines Day was today, and Soul decided his meister deserved a treat. He reserved a table at a decent restaurant that was out of town and simply asked Maka out for lunch.
And they took Soul's motorcycle to get there.
"I ate way too much," Soul groaned.
"Me too," I agreed.
"We have to get back to Death City," he said as we walked to his motorcycle.
"Me too," I said.
He looked over his shoulder and asked,"Hey Maka are you okay?"
"Yeah, just ate too much," I replied.
"Well then get on the motorcycle, we don't have that much time!"
I managed to hop on the motorcycle and wrap my arms around Soul's waist.
"Hey loosen your arms or I might throw up all the food we just ate," Soul grumbled.
I did as told and rested my head on his shoulder, "Let's go."
Soul peacefully drove his motorcycle through traffic for a while. Then an unexpected red light came and he stopped with as screech. Maka grabbed Soul's waist tighter and Soul yelped in surprise.
"Maka I'm going to throw up," he whispered.
"Pull over the motorcycle are you crazy!" I yelled.
He did as told and threw up on the sidewalk.
I did too.
And that was the last lunch date we ever had.