A/N: The product of seeing a ton of Coffee Shop comics on Tumblr. And since I can't/don't want to draw a Makorra one of my own, I just wrote it out myself. Enjoy.

Mako let out a big yawn as he waited patiently in line in the small coffee shop that was on his way to his college campus. It was just passed seven o'clock that morning, and Mako was running on less than four hours of sleep and in need of a pick-me-up. He adjusted his book bag strap on his shoulder as he moved forward with the rest of the line, now he was only four people away from the register. He looked around the small shop, feeling a little sad for himself that he knew the workers by face and some by name. The line moved up again and he followed the businessman in front of him who didn't seem to know what a quiet conversation on the phone was. As much as he didn't want to, Mako ended up listening in on the man's conversation and realized that he was talking to a co-worker most likely about a new construction project they were working on. The man went on about a deadline that they had to meet to the break ground, who to hire to conduct the build, and when they think it would be done. The man then put his phone partner on hold to order a plain beagle and a frappuccino to-go. Mako snapped out of his ease dropping and noticed that he was next in line. He peered over the man's shoulder and saw the cashier walk away as she wrote the man's name on his cup.

The cashier was new to Mako. Out of all the usual workers he sees on his usual trips in the coffee shop, none of them had dark brown hair and mocha colored skin. He concluded that she was probably new and was hired over the weekend since he didn't see her the previous Friday. Once she came back and handed the suited man his beagle while he waited for his drink, the man moved over and Mako got a good, frontal look at the new worker. She had bright blue eyes that were as big as the moon and a warm smile that could tear anyone up. Her hair was up in simple ponytail, but her bangs and a few lose hairs framed her face just perfectly with a small strand of her hair hanging down the middle of her face topping off her gentle look. "Hi. What can I get for you today?" She spoke out with her smile lingering her voice as clear as day. Mako found her voice very soothing and kind and hearing it just made him want to smile like an idiot.

'Damn it. What's wrong with me?' Mako thought to himself as he faked a cough to stop himself from cracking a smile and looked away from the cashier for a moment. Once he was composed, he looked back at the cashier with his usual 'cool-under-fire' attitude he would put on when he didn't want to give away his emotions. "Um, just a medium black coffee to-go please. That's all." Mako answered her question, digging for his wallet out of his back pocket.

"Ok, that'll be $1.70." The cashier smiled after she entered the order into the register. She then picked up a medium sized coffee cup and market while Mako was pulling out his wallet. "Can I have your name please?" She asked with her cheerful smile stuck on her face.

Mako looked at her for a moment as he held out two dollar bills to give her. He then looked at her for a moment and then at the cup in her hand. 'She just wants your name for your order you idiot.' Mako thought to himself as he closed his eyes to compose himself once more. "Uh, Mako. M-A-K-O." He said as he placed the two dollars on the counter and put his wallet back in his back pocket.

The cashier wrote his name on the cup, her penmanship a whole lot better than his. "Mako. Cool name." She smiled once she finished writing his name. She then put the cup down on the counter and the marker back in its holder on the register and put in Mako's payment in the drawer. "And thirty cents is your change." She smiled as she handed him a quarter and a nickel.

Mako reached out his hand and once her soft fingers touched the palm of his hand, his whole body shook from the sudden touch. He quickly brushed it off and put the change in his front jean pocket. He then walked out of line to wait for his coffee to be made. For some reason, hearing her say his name made him really happy and nervous at the same time. To calm himself down, Mako ran his fingers through his hair and pulled out his phone and started to check his social sites and play some games as he waited. "Mako," the cashier from before yelled out as she set his coffee cup on the pick-up counter a few minutes later. Mako looked up with a smile flying to his face once he heard her yell his name. He quickly caught himself and made the smile disappear as he stuffed his phone back into his pocket. He went to pick-up his cup, but was stopped when the cashier walked up with a cardboard sleeve. "Hold on. It's really hot. You don't want to burn your hand, believe me." She said with a light laugh as she picked his cup up from the top and slide the sleeve on it. She then held his cup out for him, her bright smile on her face and cheeks a little red. "Here you go. Have a great and come back soon."

Mako took his coffee cup from her and let a small smile appear on his face. "You too." He said before walking away. Once he was outside, his phone started to go off to tell him he received a new text message. Mako dug his phone out of his pocket as he continued walking toward campus, finding out that it was his younger brother asking when he would finish class that day and if he wanted to go see a movie. As he was responding to his brother's text, Mako brought his coffee cup to his lips, but stopped half way when something caught his eye on the sleeve. From under his fingers he saw the letter 'A' and two numbers written in black marker. He put his phone in his pocket and spun the cup around in his hand. 'Call/Text me if you want. –Korra' was written on the sleeve in the brunet haired cashier's handwriting with her cell phone number written under the note. Mako instantly let his idiot smile spread over his face as he read the note over and over again. He pulled out his phone again and instead of finishing his text to his brother, went ahead and added Korra's number in his phone, leaving a little coffee cup emoji to follow after her name. He then went back to his messaging app, finished his text to his brother and started a new conversation.

'I like your name too.'

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