Mako paced back and forth. Decorations up? Check. Five-flavor soup, seaweed, and sea prunes? Check, check, and check. Everyone set to meet in an hour at Air Temple Island? Check. He looked at the clock. Fifteen minutes until Korra should be home. He ran a nervous hand through his hair, and snorting ran through his list again. The last item… betrothal necklace. Check. He clumsily fumbled in his pocket and pulled out the choker. He had listened to Tonraq on how to carve it. Mako had worked weeks on it. Korra often asked about the new cuts on his hands, but he brushed them off as a hazard of his job.
Mako gulped as he heard the key scrap against the lock and the metallic click of the lock. Korra pushed the door open and smiled when she saw him. He tried to smile back but it came across as a pained expression.
"Are you okay?" Korra asked concerned. She crossed the distance between them and took his hand. Her eyes searched his face.
"I'm fine," he mumbled. He felt his face flush as his heart quickened. Without hesitation, he knelt to the floor and pulled out the necklace. "Korra, you are the most incredible person. I love you. Will you marry me?"
Korra grinned, and replied, "I love you, too. Yes, city boy."