Korra and Mako sat at the fountain of the Republic City park. It was pitch black outside, except for the fire in Mako's palm that glowed to show their faces. They came here often, to just talk and tell each other about their lives, or Tenzin's stupid airbending lessons. Whatever it was, they seemed to come every night.

"What if I never went to that Pro-Bending match?" Korra asked, breaking the silence.

Mako's brows furrowed, confused in her question. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, what if I never went to that very first Pro-bending match?" Korra explained.

Mako starred into her blue eyes, shrugging. It wasn't something he thought about much. He was very grateful for her coming, but he didn't really think if she wasn't there.

Korra let out a slight chuckle. "I wasn't even supposed to be there."

"Bolin and I would probably be back on the streets." He told her. Korra only nodded.

Mako began to chuckle too. "I wouldn't be suprised if we didn't meet you though. Bolin was always chasing celebrities."

Korra looked deep into his topaz eyes. "You think I'm a celebrity?"

Mako nodded. "Of course. You are the avatar, aren't you?"

Korra could only shrug. "Yeah, but, I'm also Korra."

Without much thinking, Mako placed his hand on top of Korra's. This caught her attention to look at him.

"I like Korra. A lot." He told her.

Korra blushed a little. She still knew he loved her, but they never talked about those things much. She just stared into the blackness in front of her.

"Yeah, me too."