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A different chance meeting

Practice. Why did practice have to be so early? Joining the Fire Ferrets was a great idea and Korra was having fun; but waking up early was just not something she was looking forward to every morning. Today, it finally caught up to her and she was running late. "Thanks Pema!" Taking a very quick breakfast from what Pema had half-coked, Korra was out the temple in a blur and waterbending her way across the bay to the city. Even with her practice clothing and helmet, she managed it easily enough. The ferry would have taken too long.

After she made her way through the streets on foot, she didn't have time to try and work out the public transportation schedules, Korra was finally able to see the large golden building off in the distance. A boost of energy came from that and she lighted up as she locked her eyes on her destination and ran full tilt into the street. As usual, she ignored the honking and other loud sounds of the city. They would only distract her from her goal

"Almost there!"

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As soon as Asami's fingers were in her hair and she felt the tube being pulled out, a short breath escaped her mouth that was stopped by her closing her lips. Now it wasn't just being in close proximity, but something else entirely and Korra's cheeks gained some color until Asami's fingers were gone from her hair.

Swallowing, Korra nodded. "Yeah, my hair doesn't stay straight unless it's brushed out." Her eyes nervously looked from the brush to Asami.

"Easily fixed." Asami placed the tube on the vanity and slipped her fingers through Korra's hair to even it out after being up all day.

"Do you want to do anything in particular? Or just brush it out?" She gently pulled out Korra's pigtails, her fingers brushing against her cheeks. Asami was smiling subtly to herself.

"Brush it out I guess, I don't know any hairstyles that aren't Water Tribe." But she shrugged her shoulders while turning her head slightly, giving a half-smile; body language to let her know she was open to suggestions.

After all, Asami was treating her.

Biting gently on both her lips, Korra tried to not fidget as Asami worked on her hair.

"Nothing wrong with Water Tribe styles... They're great for nice, thick hair." Asami chewed lightly on her lip as she pulled the brush through Korra's hair. Not too much; just enough to get rid of the leftover shape from the ponytail holder.

"And if we're ready early, I'm sure they'll be okay with seating us a little before our reservation." She gave Korra another quick smile in the mirror.

Glancing up to see how her hair looked down while in a dress, Korra caught Asami’s eye and the giddy feeling in her stomach made her return it. "Just down then. I only have it like that when I go to sleep or take a shower."

Eating earlier would have been a wise decision, which exactly why her stomach growled and her mouth almost disappeared when she pursed her lips. Wise decisions weren’t Korra’s specialty.

Now if only her hair could hide her face.

Asami's smile widened, and she chuckled when Korra's stomach growled.

"You must be hungry, you worked out pretty hard today." Small talk while fixing her hair? Definitely. Even when she hit a snarl, Asami tried to remain gentle with the brush. She was nearly done.

"Yeah, practice can get pretty intense." Even though that was hours ago. The raveling of her hair did pull her head back slightly and Korra sat up a bit straighter.

"Do- I have to wear heels?" All she had on was the dress and her boots had been all she really used aside from her pro-bending gear. She gave Asami an uncertain look in the mirror. The image of her constantly falling on her face wouldn't leave her mind.

"Or flats. Whatever." There was an arrangement of shoes of varying heel height along the wall. Asami set down the brush and stepped back, admiring Korra's simple but striking appearance. It wasn't the kind of getup she would have chosen, but she supposed it was more Korra, from what little she knew of the other girl.

Perfect.

"Flats sound good." She's guessing they're exactly what the sound like. Flat shoes. Why isn't there some kind of book for these kinds of things? Not that she'd read it...

When Asami was done, Korra stood up and felt the need flatten out the front of her dress. She's used to her shirt being like a second skin, but the dress felt more unnatural and wiggle slightly as she straightened it.

The blue flats were easy to pick out and Korra slipped them on, wiggling her toes to see how much extra space she had. The tips of the shoes moved as she did so.

"Okay. So all good, right?" Looking to Asami, Korra had almost forgotten she was dressed up to. Easy to do so when she had only seen her in the mirror while her hostess was behind her.

As she held out her arms for judgment, her eyes went both up and down to take Asami in.

"You look gorgeous." And Asami meant it. Her lips quirked into a small, knowing smile as she noticed Korra's eyes taking her in. Her own dress was slim-fitting, sewn from fine Fire Nation silk.

"I'd say we're good to go."

"Thanks. You do too!" It was out of her mouth before her brain had time to abort and Korra's cheeks burned as she nodded. Quickly, she walked over to Asami so they could be seated and looked at the ceiling, walls, floor- basically anything that wasn't the woman's green eyes.

"Thank you," she replied with a wink and a slight blush of her own.

Asami stayed close to Korra's side as they were led to a quiet corner of the lowly lit restaurant. They had a private booth all to themselves, even a curtain to draw if they wanted to. But she knew that they weren't quite on that level, no matter how well they were clicking.

She settled onto the circular bench and patted the space next to her.

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Asami gave her the feeling nervousness and excitement were kicking and fighting for dominance in her stomach. As they walked, she stole a glimpse at the side of her face and Korra's baby blue eyes traced the outline of her cheek.

When they got to the table, the Avatar had to stop and actually look at the huge booth. It looked more comfortable than any couch she'd ever seen. After the patting sound grabbed her attention, Korra became aware that she was gawking and quickly slid in to sit next to Asami; avoiding any looks she may have been getting from the approaching waiter.

When asked what to drink, Korra shrugged and muttered "Water?" and then the harder question came and she answered way too quickly. "I'll have what she's having.

Menu? Korra was almost frightened to even look at it.

"I'll just have chilled sweet tea." Asami only managed a sideways glance to the waiter before returning her attention to Korra.

"I guess they don't have places like this on the South Pole, do they?" She tipped her head, friendly amusement in her eyes. Why was it so easy? Asami had been nervous all day, uncertain as to whether this was even a good idea.

But now? Now she was glad she'd taken the chance.

Laughing, Korra shook her head. "No, nothing like this. The North Pole might have something like it, but not down South. A lot of the places to go eat are practically inside other people's homes." She put her arm on the table and turned to the side so she could see Asami better.

Putting one leg up on the cushion put her dress at an awkward angle, so she brought her knee in to at least lessen it. She was way too used to pants.

"You're used to this kind of stuff?"

"Yeah, this is... pretty normal, I guess." She looked out to the rest of the restaurant, separated like it was a different place all together. Asami didn't mind it. She actually enjoyed her lifestyle. But it didn't also warrant getting away from time to time.

"I have to get away from it all from time to time, but it is nice to get all dressed up. I don't usually have someone my age to actually spend time with at places like this." She gave Korra another warm smile.

Korra's tone dropped slightly. "I've never really had anyone to actually spend time with either." Joining the Fire Ferrets was fun, but it was all centered on the sport and left room for little else. The drinks arrived shortly thereafter and Korra took hers with thanks, hastily taking a gulp.

"How do you get away from it all? Besides the pro-bending matches I mean." Picturing Asami having to get away seemed out of place, but she was just stereotyping from what she had seen so far: Rich, elegant, and beautiful.

Really beautiful. It was time for another drink of water, something to cool her throat down.

When their drinks arrived, Asami let hers sit on the table, her fingers tracing idly along the condensation of the glass. She smiled secretively to herself as Korra gulped down a good portion of it in the first ten seconds.

She really was something else, wasn't she? Young women never behaved like that in Asami's usual hangouts.

"It depends, really. I'll go for a drive, most of the time. It doesn't really matter where I go, as long as the news reporters aren't looking." It didn't even occur to Asami that she hadn't explicitly mentioned who she was, yet. At least not in terms of her father's fame.

For some reason, Korra kept getting distracted by Asami's fingers dancing lightly on her glass. But the Avatar's attention was brought back to fully undivided when she heard about the news reporters. The news hats were always looking for a big story or a big name, both if they could wrangle it. Something Korra learned not too long after giving her speech.

"Why are they looking for you?" Her first wild guess was because Asami was pretty, but that sheepish thought was pushed aside. Having only met her today, Korra had little to cobble together.

"Oh, it's... My father. Hiroshi Sato. The founder of Future Industries." Asami didn't mind the lifestyle, or even the attention, really. She loved her father dearly, ~~LAFFSOB~~ and was proud of what he had built. But the media was nothing short of obnoxious, along with the assumptions that came with being the daughter of a wildly successful businessman.

She glanced away from Korra, one fingertip now carefully running along the rim of her glass as a distraction. She hoped it wouldn't change the other girl's point of view, but...

It always did, for better or for worse. Usually both.

Korra's mouth slowly fell open and stayed slack for a few moments. Where this less of a restaurant, a bug might have flown in it and she never would have noticed. "Satomobiles!"

Of all the things to say, Korra went with the first thing that popped into her head.

"We have a few of those at the South Pole!" And it just got worse... "I mean, I've seen a couple." Time for more water so she could just drown herself. "I didn't know your last name was Sato. No wonder you like to drive."

Well that... certainly hadn't been a conventional reaction. Asami raised her eyebrows, smiling fondly at Korra. Yes, Miss Avatar. Satomobiles. She chuckled to herself.

"They're pretty widespread, yeah... I test drive new models for my father all the time. I guess that's pretty much all you need to know to get the whole reporter thing, huh?"

Korra nodded, thankful that Asami didn't treat her like the rube she probably looked like. ~~And probably was.~~ "That sounds so great! You get to go wherever you want. Was that what you were driving, one of the newer models?" If there was anyone in the world who knew next to nothing about cars, it was this girl.

"I... Yeah, sometimes." Not completely true. Asami had a very specific public image to maintain, and straying from that could cause 'trouble'.

"The one I was driving today? Yup! That's my personal car." Because the only 'rich people' thing that Asami won't indulge in is a chauffeur.

"I can't believe you get to have that much fun, it must go really fast if it's the latest." Korra didn't even notice her empty glass of water being refilled, her hostess had her rapt and oblivious to the rest of the restaurant. Even her dress feeling awkward wasn't bother her anymore.

"You should see my ride." Said with a secretive smirk. No, she probably didn't look that smooth to anyone that could see either of them.

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