When Maka gets back to her room, she wonders if what Soul wanted to say was important. "If it was he would've stopped you leaving!" She says to herself. She walks over to the window and opens it. 'Maybe he wanted to ask you out? No of course he wouldn't! This is Soul we're talking about! He said so himself that he wouldn't go for someone like me!' She thinks to herself. She lowers her head into her arms and groans. She's never felt this way towards Soul, or anybody, before! So what's different now? 'Maybe I should just ask him? No don't do that! He'll just laugh at you!' In frustration she kicks over the waste bin which rolls over to the wall with her mood board on. When she goes to retrieve it she looks at one of the pictures. It's of her and Soul before the madness came. She leans against the wall and slides down. After sitting there for a minute she gets up and decides to get ready for tonight. Soul said so himself that she's got hours but she doesn't want to see him like this. She turns on her curling irons and sits in front of her mirror and looks at herself. Her greens eyes sparkle in the light of the morning. When the beep comes from the irons she curls the tips of her pigtails like she did the night of the Shibusen founders festival. When it's done she walks to the wardrobe and looks at the very few dresses she has. There's the one she wore to Kids house that one time. She takes it out and looks at herself. Then she hangs it up on the door and crosses her legs on the bed. 'Maybe Soul Will ask me out tonight? I doubt it. But he might!'
In the room next door Soul shuts the door and stands there for a minute or two. He wonders what the bang coming from Maka's room were but he thought best to leave her to herself. He knows he won't take as much time to get ready as she does but he walks over to the wardrobe anyway. He picks out a black suit and tie with a white shirt. Just like he did the night of the founders festival. The night the Keshin was revived. The thought sends a shiver down his spine and he tries to forget that night. He lays it out on his bed but doesn't put it on. Instead he stares at it as if it's the one keeping him from asking out his Meister. 'But maybe that's the thing that will help me ask her?' He thinks. He opens his window and stares into the sky. He wonders what Maka would say. Would say yes? Would she reject him? Would she laugh like it was a joke? All these questions buzzed around Souls head like it was filled with tons of bees. And he didn't like it. He walks away from the window and out into the hall. He finds himself outside Maka's door again. He hears nothing. he walks down to the living room. Repeating the steps he took just a few minutes ago. He stands in front of the sofa, groans and slumps down. "Why can't I just ask out one girl?" He asks himself.
Back in Maka's room she's put on very little make up. A little natural eye shadow some mascara and lip gloss. It's not a lot, but it's enough for her. She tries to smile but her recent thoughts have prevented the corners of her from tilting upwards even the tiniest bit. She looks at her dress and rubs the fabric between her fingers. 'I wonder if Soul will like it?' She asks herself. Then she realises that Soul probably doesn't care about her appearance. She looks at the mood board and studies each picture closely. She knows they printed out each picture twice so both her and Soul could have the same. She wonders if he kept them? Soul's back in his room and is thinking the exact same thing as Maka.