Forgive (Mithzan X the reader)

Chapter Eight: Sky Media

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The song I have attached to this chapter has nothing to do with anything. I just love it so much.

TITLE: It's over, isn't it? // SHOW: Steven Universe // CREATOR: Rebecca Sugar // I DO NOT OWN THIS SONG! IT BELONGS TO REBECCA SUGAR AND CARTOON NETWORK!

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The building was average. Well, the definition of average is widely varied, depending on each person. You've seen bigger buildings and you've seen smaller buildings. This building just didn't really stand out to you. A structure made out of bricks and other building materials with dirty windows outlooking a boring town, compared to your hometown back in Louisiana. Not that interesting.

A woman wearing a sundress covered in flowers behind a counter greets you as you enter. As you walk closer to her, you realize that she is viciously writing a full-on schedule with a pen in an office chair that she is almost falling off of.

"Hey, Em," Max says casually as he leans on the counter, which was scattered with paperwork accompanied with a half-empty water bottle.

She quickly looks up and notices his arms on the paperwork. "Hey, Max. Since you're here, can you make those papers into piles? The ones under your arms."

"Um, yeah. Sure."

He starts to fiddle with the papers and making them into somewhat neat stacks while the woman, who was supposedly named, "Em", glances over Max's shoulder before getting back to her work.

"Who's your friend?" She asks without looking up from her schedule.

Max chuckles as he divides two paper piles. "Why don't you ask her?" he says as if it was obvious.

She sarcastically laughs back before getting up from her seat and greeting you with a bright grin as she moves around the desk. She extends her hand outward when she stops in front of you.

"I'm Emily," she says as you grips her hand and slowly shake it. "But, you can call me Em. Or any nickname you want. It doesn't really matter as long as you're comfortable. But, don't call me idiot or anything like that, capisce?" (KA-peesh)

You politely chuckle. "I'm (Y/N)."

"Cool name," she compliments as you blush a little. Em turns to Max. "How do you know each other?"

By now, he's finished stacking the papers into piles. He rubs his red hair. "We met in elementary, were besties until junior high, when she moved to Cali, reunited today by destiny."

Em nods. "So, why you guys here?"

"Because I want to show her the offices so that she knows how cool this place is," Max answers, annoyed a little.

She might've caught onto this because she immediately went behind the desk and sat back down.

"Well, it was nice meeting you, (Y/N)," Em says with a big, toothy smile. "And it was nice to see you again, Max. I'll leave you guys to it."

She goes takes a laptop out of a backpack beneath the desk and starts to type furiously on it.

"She was nice," you utter as Max leads you deeper into the building.

He leads you to a big room that had several rooms attached to it. "This is where we record individual videos for channels and collaborations with other YouTubers."

"Like who?" you ask.

"Erm, CavemanFilms, HuskyMudkips, Gizzy, etc. We also regularly collab with our colleagues. You know, people who work at the offices," he explains.