Task: Write a scene from an episode with a different POV than the original. Episode: LOK Season 1 Episode 4 "A Voice in the Night." Scenes: Mako and Asami first meeting and date at Kwong's Cuisine (Asami's POV)

Prompts: (word) episode, (smell) burning rubber, (genre) humor

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Main Characters: Asami, Mako

Summary: Asami has always loved Pro-bending. Especially, the Fire Ferrets and their heartthrob captain, Mako. Imagine her surprise and delight when she meets him by chance after hitting him with her moped. (Season 1 Episode 4 "A Voice in the Night" Asami POV)

Asami adjusted her goggles and revved her moped engine at the traffic signal. She looked in her mirror, checking for any Satomobiles behind her, but the road was clear. The only she could see was the black smoke of the factories on the wharf bellowing up in the otherwise clear sky. The price of progress, she reasoned with a frown, but hoped that she could do something about all the pollution someday. The light turned green and the heiress of Future Industries speed off toward her father's research and development lab with ideas about pollution reduction racing through her mind.

She rounded the corner and took a quick glance at the Pro-bending arena. It's huge golden columns glistened in the sunlight, and although it was much more stunning on evenings when matches were held, the sight of it in it's current state still made Asami's heart flutter with excitement. She couldn't wait for the Pro-bending Tournament to begin and she knew she didn't have to wait much longer. While she loved Pro-bending for Pro-bending's sake and didn't usually root for just one team, she couldn't help but support the Fire Ferrets in this year's tournament. Watching the Avatar bend water was like nothing Asami had ever seen. She was so graceful, yet powerful at the same time when she manipulated water during the matches. The Avatar wasn't the only amazing bender on the team, either. Mako and Bolin, the "fabulous bending brothers" as Shiro Shinobi called them, were both great benders in their own right and were pretty easy on the eyes, to boot. Asami smiled as she thought about them. Mako was especially dreamy, but she was a little afraid of his firebending. As long as it stayed in the ring, she knew she would be fine. From the Future Industries box, high above the action, there was no chance of any of the fire, earth, or water reaching her.

The sound of a ringing bell snapped her out of her thoughts of pro-bending and back to the problem she'd been pondering before: reducing pollution. She saw the departing cable car out of the corner of her eye and wondered if Republic City had the spare cash to increase its public transport infrastructure. Future Industries could certainly help with that problem if the city had enough capital to hire them.

Suddenly, a figure ran out from behind a truck, seemingly running for the cable car. Asami clutched the handlebar brakes hard and her moped screeched as it skid along the asphalt, the smell of burning rubber filling her nose. She hadn't reacted quickly enough and consequently slammed into the young man. He yelled out and tumbled backward, coming to a stop face down on the road.

Asami pushed her moped to the side of the road and killed the engine. The boy pushed himself from the ground and into a sitting position with some effort. She ran up to him, a feeling of incredible guilt welling up in her chest, even though she knew that she couldn't have done anything more to avoid this accident. "Oh no! I'm so sorry. I didn't see you." She said apologetically as she ran over to him.

"How could you not see me?" He said in an annoyed tone as he rubbed his the back of his head with a pained expression on his face. Asami pulled off her helmet and goggles in one swift motion, so she could confront his ire face to face. She hoped that her looks would calm his anger a bit. It wouldn't be the first time she had used her looks to her advantage. H looked up at her, pointing an angry finger to the sky as his voice grew harsher. "I mean I was," Asami flipped her hair out of her face and the boy's voice grew much more tentative. It was just the result she was used to getting after her classic hair flip. "Ju-ju-just…" He continued. It was apparent to Asami that she'd sent him into a tizzy and he was trying very hard to stay composed.

His red cheeks and wide eyes told Asami everything she needed to know. She clearly had the upper hand now that he had gotten a good look at her. Asami was not so shallow as to look down on others because of their looks, but she knew she had been blessed with the beauty of her mother. She wasn't above using that gift to her advantage, though she usually didn't have to because her family's money typically took care of anything she needed. This boy, however, probably didn't know anything about her or her family. Asami saw that as an opening for some fun. It wasn't often that she got the chance interact with others who weren't waiting on her hand and foot or sucking up to her because they knew her family name.

"I was...I-I...wow." He scratched his flushed cheeks with the finger he had previously been holding up in indignation, then coughed and cleared his throat, "...that was-" Asami could have stood there all day watching this boy trying to get his mouth working again after laying his eyes on her, but she decided against torturing him.

Instead, she reached down and grabbed him strongly by his forearm and back, helping him to his feet. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Ugh, I'm such an idiot." All the while he was smiling like a lovestruck fool. Asami was surprised by her own emotions, finding his behavior strangely endearing.

Asami let her hand linger on his back for a few moments longer than was socially appropriate. The boy didn't seem to mind and held out his hands in a gallant gesture. "Don't worry, I'm fine." He had finally found his tongue again. Asami looked at him with concern. She really had hit him quite hard. It was shocking that he wasn't hurt. Asami was relieved to see him standing under his own power with no apparent problems at all. He dusted his clothes off, "my brother hits me harder than that everyday in practice."

It was Asami's turn to be love struck, or more accurately in her case, star struck. She couldn't believe her luck. The boy standing in front of her was Mako of the Fire Ferrets. Or at least she thought it was him, but she needed confirmation. "Wait...I recognize you! You're Mako, right?" She said with one hundred percent conviction, leaning toward him and pointing at his chest. "You play for the Fire Ferrets!"

He eased up, putting his hands on his hips and smiled swavely. "Yeah, that's me." He said with more confidence in his voice.

Asami's eyes widened. She had been correct about his identity. Her heart flutter again in excitement, but this time she wasn't thrilled about Pro-bending. The chance to meet Mako in person, and like this, now she felt like the dummy in the situation. She had just plowed into one of her favorite Pro-benders, and a really cute one at that, with her moped. What if she had injured him badly? Luckily, she hadn't done too much harm. She guessed that he would only have a few scratches and bruises, but she wanted to do something to show him how truly sorry she was for this unfortunate episode. "I'm so embarrassed." She said as she covered her face with one hand in shame, then extended her hand. "My name's Asami." Mako rubbed the back of his neck and eyed her hand for a moment before offer her his hand, too. "Let me make this up to you somehow." Asami continued and smiled slyly. She knew just the offer that he couldn't pass up, or rather, wouldn't pass up and, to make matters even better. it was something she would thoroughly enjoy, too. "Uhh.." She paused, trying to find just the right words to ask him out. She decided simple was best, "how about I treat you to dinner?" She held out her arms, wanting to be as welcoming as possible. She wouldn't take no for an answer, though, so she changed her questioning tone to more of a command when it came to the details for their dinner. "Tomorrow night. Eight o'clock. Kwong's Cuisine." Asami turned and walked back to her moped quickly. She didn't want to give him any time to even think about rejecting the offer.

"Uh...Kwong's?" Mako seemed surprised by the location and Asami realized that most people probably didn't have dinner at Kwong's that often, or ever. But, she wanted to take him to a really nice place and show off for him. Asami turned back toward him and Mako furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't have any clothes nice enough for a place that classy." He sounded very downtrodden.

Asami placed her helmet back on and smiled, "I'll take care of that. All you need to do is show up." She pulled the goggles down gave him an intense stare through the green glass, "so...it's a date?"

"Uhh, yeah, I guess so." Mako laughed lightly and his smile grew wide. "I'll see you tomorrow night."

Asami returned the smile warmly and revved up her engine with the flick of her wrist. She sped off on her original errand completely satisfied with how her small detour had turned out. One more glance back at the smiling boy's face was all she needed to see to know she had made the right choice in asking Mako out on a date. Tomorrow night was going to be amazing, and she was determined to do everything in her power to sweep him off his feet. She had always wanted to date a Pro-bending player. A brazen smile crossed her lips. She couldn't do much better than Mako of the Fire Ferrets.

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