The smell of something burning and my smoke detector going off wakes me up. I roll out of bed and exit my bedroom.
"Kuvira! Must you burn something every day?"
My roommate tosses the wasted eggs into the trash.
"It's not my fault, it's the stupid low ceiling." She replies, while heading to the couch.
Kuvira and I went to college together. The both of us couldn't stand our roommates, so we decided to get an apartment together. Our arrangement went so well, that we decided to continue living together. She's the total opposite of me, but she's still my best friend. She majored in communications and works in Manhattans at night as a radio broadcaster.
I never understood how she could work late hours and still be up bright and early. She tells me its coffee, but a part of me thinks it's something a little stronger.
" How is Pako?" I laugh at my friend's wrong name calling.
"His name is Mako and he's still a jerk."
"At least you have Kolin and Baatar." She adds.
"Ironic how you didn't mess up your crush's name?" I tease.
My best friend stops from scanning the tv channels and glares at me.
"I don't have a crush on him! He works in finance, which is boring. I like a man who takes risks!"
"Oh Honey, every time he makes a budget it's a risk."
I begin making my morning cup of coffee. I'm so excited about seeing Korra again. I have the perfect outfit to wear. My only concern is the attention I'm going to get when I come to work. Knowing Bolin and Baatar, they will pick up on my excitement right away. The last thing I need is their teasing.
Korra and I been texting no-stop all of last night. This woman can't seem to amaze me enough.
Of course, I'm not head over heels in love with her, quite yet. Let's be practical. I'm not even sure if she's single, let alone attracted to females. So I'm not going to hold high expectations for our lunch meeting today. If anything, I can still gain a good friendship out of this.
"Hey Geek. Your coffee is over flowing!"
I bring my attention back on to the pot and grab a dish rag to clean my mess. I need to collect my nerves before I make an even bigger mess at Starbucks today.
Thanks to the almost apartment fire, I was able to start my day a bit early. I have to be at my job at 10, so I have an hour to spare. Due to my taxi accident, I wasn't able to stop at the bakery. So after much consideration, I decided visiting the client personally made a lot more sense.
I ring the doorbell of the address I wrote down yesterday and a little boy with black curly hair appears.
"Hello Miss. Who are you?"
"Joel, what did I tell you about opening the door?"
A woman accompanies the boy and she looks me up and down. From the boy's backpack and the woman's business attire, I can tell I caught them at a bad time.
"I know you. You're the woman off the cover of Inc. Magazine."
I give a small smile at such an old reference. I was featured on Inc, 3 years ago.
"Yes, that's me!"
"What brings you here?" the woman asks.
"Well I'm Asami Sato and I work for Fire Ferrets."
The woman's curious reaction turns into rage at this point.
"If this is some attempt of an apology, I don't want it. I rather have the owner himself speak with me, not some representative! I don't have time for this. Good day, Ma'am."
Before I could reply, the door slams in my face. I completely understand her actions. She has every right to be upset. Our client is right as well, Mako should be here, not me. But he would never go out of his way to correct his mistakes. That's why I'm here, to make things right.
I knock on the door again and it swings open.
"WHAT?"
"Mrs. White, my boss is unaware that I'm here right now. Yes, that doesn't make your situation any much better. Truthfully, my boss could care less about your son's unfortunate birthday party. I however and my colleagues care and want to make things right."
The woman drops her crossed arms and opens the door wider for me to enter.
"You have 20 minutes."
"Thank you, Mrs. White. That's more than enough."
I walk into the door and see Joel is playing with Legos, on the floor. I wave at him and he rushing over to me.
"Do you want to help me build a tower?" he asks, with his missing front teeth.
"Joel. Mommy and this woman have business to attend to, we will watch you play." the child returns to his blocks and I take a seat at the table.
"So Ms. Sato how do you plan to correct such error?"
I take out my notepad, to make sure I document everything. It also shows that I care about what my client is saying, which I do.
"Well, I was hoping to hear what you may find fit, as a correction from our mistake?"
She takes a sip of her tea.
"I would like the cake, I ordered."
I write that down on to my sheet of paper.
"Alright, I can do that."
"I also want a hand written apology from the business owner Mako Ferret, for ignoring my calls."
I put my pen down.
"I don't think, I can get you that."
The woman glares.
"Then I will have to file a complaint with the Better Business Bureau. I read somewhere that your company is known to delete bad reviews. My husband is a corporate law attorney, he can certainly find a way to bring this to trial. "
A trial like that would definitely draw negative attention to our company. There will be an investigation on servers and more. People could lose their jobs! I can't allow that to happen!
"Ma'am, I can give you a special discount on our services as an alternative."
"No! I will never order from Fire Ferrets again! I want my son's cake and an apology. That's not asking for too much. If I can't get both, I guess I can get my apology in a public trial!"
I close my notepad.
"Miss, you seem to have a nice home and a wonderful son."
"Yes, what does that have to do with anything?"
I look at the jam packed calendar, filled with Joel's schedule. Clearly, Mrs. White has a lot on her plate. Balancing work, being a wife, and a mother, she probably doesn't get a lot of time to socialize.
"I'm so craving bread sticks right now."
"Okay?"
"Not just any bread sticks, Olive Garden's bread sticks."
Mrs. White smiles.
"Yeah, they do have great bread sticks. But this meeting is about your company's mistake, not a restaurant."
I dig into my purse and hand her my resume.
"When I was 18 I hosted an engineering camp. I taught youth your son's age up till 10th grade. I have experience with children. Maybe you would like to have a day to yourself, so you can get bread sticks."
I know offering such service to a woman, I hardly know is desperate but I am! If I tell Mako about this woman, he's going to be upset that I came into the woman's home.
Not taking in count, that I technically hacked into the sales' department using an employee's login. This is my only way!
The woman reads over my resume.
"Joel wants to be an architect."
"That's a wonderful career, I bet New York City really inspires him!"
The woman smiles over at her son adding the final layer to his building.
"Yes, it really does. I do miss hanging with my girls."
she hands me back my resume.
"Ms. Sato, I admire you efforts. Even though, it's completely unprofessional of you to try and bribe me with babysitting. I sort of admire that about you. Despite your success, you're willing to put your pride aside by making such an offer. Also, I'm flattered that you came all this way to fix night, I would like to go to dinner with my girls and I will take you on your offer"
Wow, that was unexpected.
"Great! What time do you want me here, to watch your son? " I ask.
"Are you serious? Did you think I'll leave you alone with my son? I hardly know you! I watched Daddy Day Care, no way! You will be sitting at another dinner table, accompanying Joel, as I socialize with my friends."
I don't know whether to address the fact she compared me to an old 2000 movie, with more than one babysitter or the fact I have to eat dinner alone with some little kid. Either way, this gets my company off the hook. Therefore, I must take one for the team.
"Sounds great!"
I'm updating the navigation bar on our site. When I smell the stench of shrimp ramen noodles.
"Ugh Baatar, you know I hate that smell. Now the company's microwave will have that odor all weekend!"
My goatee colleague smiles and pulls a rolling chair into my cubicle.
"Why are you so dressed up?" he asks.
I continue performing my task, trying not to draw attention to myself.
"Can't a girl, look nice for herself for a change?" he stares me down.
"Yes. But you're wearing your sexy jeans."
I take my eyes off my laptop screen.
"Sexy jeans?"
He nods, stirring his noodles.
"Yes, sexy jeans. You only wear them when you want to show off your rump. Your sexy jeans also hugs your curves, which is also a plus."
I stare at my friend in shock, at such comment on my apparel.
"I'm going to file a sexual harassment complaint with HR!"
My friend laughs.
"I'm telling it like it is. Also don't make it weird, you know I have feeling for your BF Kuvira. So tell me, does she like me or not?"
He leans his chin on the back of his chair, starring up at me with puppy dog eyes.
"Why do you waste your time with her? You know she doesn't reply to your desperate texts. Give it a rest. What happened to that guy you were talking to?"
My friend groans.
"He was playing games, Asami! Talking about he just wanted the physical connection and not the mental one. It was fine at first but I want something raw and not the raw we were doi…"
"ALRIGHT BAATAR!"
My friend chuckles.
"The point is, I want Kuvira! I just know we're destined for each other. That's why when our Christmas party comes up. I want you to bring her as your plus one."
This year will be my first time attending the company's annual Christmas Party. I heard stories from workmates talking about how fun it is. Rumor even has it, that Mako is pretty decent at his party. It's hosted at The Plaza and I'm looking forward to it.
"Kuvira is not coming! Mako gave us only one guest ticket. What if I want to bring someone special?"
and with that simple response, I knew I messed up. Baatar turns his chair around and looks at me with joy.
"I knew you weren't wearing sexy jeans, for nothing. Who's the lucky girl or guy?"
"I was just implying! There is no one special in my life at this moment. My only love is this navigation bar, that I can't seem to move because our boss altered the style sheet!"
"YO BOLIN, COME HERE, ASAMI GOT A BOO!" I try to cover Baatar's big mouth but it's too late. Trouble Number 1 comes running over.
"What's this I hear?" Bolin asks, rolling his chair into my tiny space.
"It's nothing! Baatar is just being silly."
"No, I'm not. Asami has a date. Look at her what's she's wearing."
"She's wearing her sexy jeans." Bolin states.
Why are these two so annoying? Can't a girl live without being harassed? Where is Mako when these twos are bothering me? Why doesn't my boss come around, when I'm not in the wrong?
"Spill the beans or we tell the whole office about your new boo!" Baatar adds, without any remorse.
"Alright! I'm just getting coffee with this girl." I whisper.
Which was another mistake of mine, because both men scream like school girls.
"Omg, my baby girl is finally getting back out there." Baatar says pulling me into a hug.
"Can you be any louder?"
"Tell us about her. Is she pretty?" Bolin asks.
Korra is more than pretty, she's perfect!
"Yes, she's gorgeous. Her eyes alone made me melt."
"Awww, you totally have to bring her to the Christmas party." Baatar suggests.
"I don't really know her that well. We sort of ran into each other in the elevator yesterday and she helped me when I got hit by a taxi."
"You got hit by a taxi?" Bolin asks.
"She works here?" Baatar asks.
I try to process both of my friends' anxious questions.
"Yes, I got hit by a taxi, trying to get her name and no she doesn't work here….well I don't think she does. She's going to pick me up in a few hours. So you can get a peek of what she looks like, but you better not introduce yourself. I don't want her thinking I talk about her!"
"We promise. We will be good little boys. Do you two text a lot?" I take out my phone and they scroll through our messages.
"Wow, Asami you got some game. She's clearly flirting back with you." Bolin says, giving me back my phone.
"You think so? I thought she was just being polite. Don't hype me up! If you two hype me up and I use my confidence to make myself look like a fool. I will no longer talk to you all."
"She said, 'I can't wait to get to know you better'. That's clearly flirting. Why didn't your reply back? Baatar asks.
"Because I'm working!"
My two friends look at one another annoyed!
"Text her!"
"No, Bolin. I'm at work. What if Mako comes by and sees me on my phone?"
"Mako already thinks you aren't working. What do you have to lose?" Baatar tease.
"You're right, but I'm not texting her. We're going to see each other in a few hours. I will look too desperate! Speaking of Mako, I wonder if he ever been in a relationship. I doubt it, with his narcissistic ego and all."
"Mako has a girlfriend." Bolin states, messing with my highlighters.
"WHAT?" Baatar and I say in unison at such shocking news.
"Oh? You two didn't know?"
"NO WE DIDN'T. TELL US ABOUT HER!" I ask.
"She's really cool. They been dating for almost a year now. She comes around here a lot, she sometimes brings Mako lunch."
Wow, our wicked boss actually tricked someone into being in a relationship with him? I feel so sorry for the poor woman who's with him. It's sad to say, but hopefully she's dating him for the money. It would be tragic for such woman to be emotionally and physically involved with such a man.
"I bet she's crazy." I add.
"Not really. Like I said she's pretty cool."
"How? Is she like a female version of your brother?" I Baatar asks, curious.
"No, more like the opposite. I don't actually know what she seems in my brother. I just know he acts more decent in her presence and I'm grateful for that."
she clearly has to be brained washed.
As I'm sitting at my desk, I get a text from K-Dog. I saved Korra's name under such nickname due to her cute lock screen.
K-Dog - Hey! Do you think you can meet me on the 1st floor?
Asami- Sure. I text back instantly.
As I get up from my desk. I see two heads pop up from their cubicle.
"Is she here?" Bolin asks.
"She's waiting for me on the 1st floor."
"Damn, I wanted to see her!" Baatar whines.
"Next time boys. Next time."
"Asami remember, you have an hour lunch break. So you better spend your time wisely" Baatar adds, with a wink.
"You know I never been a coffee person." I tease, just to cause my friends to overreact.
I enter the elevator and I'm so excited! Clearly, she had to meet me on the 1st floor. I never actually told her where my office was.
I reapply my red lipstick and squirt some Chanel No.5 to try and get rid of Baatar's ramen noodle aroma.
I put my things back into my purse and take a deep breath as the floor number highlights to 1. This is it Asami. The moment that could place you into the friend zone or place you into the relationship zone.
The moment the door opens. I see Korra waiting patiently up against the wall. She's starring down at her phone intensively. She looks a bit upset as well, I wonder what's going on?
I walk over to her and she hardly notices my presence.
"Hey, I'm not on the ground this time!" I tease.
She looks up and her beautiful smile appears again.
"I see. You look so much better this way." I bite the inside of my cheek to try and control my blush.
"Are you ready to go?" I ask.
She gets a message, frowns, then slides her phone into her drawstring backpack. She looks like she's on her way to the gym, with her Everlast apparel on, exposing her toned arms.
"Totally."
We get into the Starbucks line and I look over the menu. I never been a fan of places like these. I'm a simply girl, I support local business because I know what goes on behind franchises like this one.
"I'm craving a pumpkin spice latte right now!" Korra groans, which cause me to laugh because she doesn't look like the type to be so hype about such a beverage.
"You know you can make your own at home." I suggest, as we move up in the line.
"It's not the same though. First, I would have to look up a pumpkin patch. Which will be hard, taking in fact Halloween and Thanksgiving is over. Then I would have to pick out the best pumpkin, carry it to my car, and make sure the pumpkin doesn't break due to my driving. "
"Wow, that does sound like a lot."
She wipes the imaginary sweat off her face.
" Yes, and don't get me started on my journey to Brazil to get the coffee."
This woman is just incredible.
We get to the front of the line and damn. I haven't decided what I wanted yet.
"Can I get a venti pumpkin spice latte please and a…." Korra looks over at me and I'm speechless. Not just by her beauty but the fact I have no idea what I want.
"I'm so sorry, I haven't decided yet."
"What are you craving?" she ask.
My mind goes to so many places, just by that one simply, sweet, and innocent question.
"Ummm, anything sweet, really." I reply.
"How sweet?" she asks.
The way she's giving me her full attention, despite the impatient worker and people in line behind us is amazing.
"Nothing supper sweet. I don't want to taste sugar, but I don't want my drink to be water down either. Ugh, can I have one of your milkshake thingys?" I ask the Starbucks employee.
"You mean Frappuccino?" he asks annoyed.
"I guess?" I reply, with the same irritation.
Korra laughs and turns to the worker and mentions something about vanilla with many pumps of things.
Before I can hand the man my card, Korra stops me.
"I have it."
"No, I got it."
"Nonsense, you got hit by a taxi due to me not introducing myself."
The Starbucks employee swipes her card and hands her back the receipt.
We find a seat next to a window as we wait for our drinks.
"Thank you for paying. I'm paying next time."
"Mmmm, are you implying that we're going to make this a regular thing?" she asks.
"If you want to make this a regular thing? I'm totally down with that."
"Um, this is weird ... I sort of took you here out of pity. I would also appreciate if you would, delete my number after this meeting."
I laugh but she's looks serious.
After a very long and awkward silence, she burst out into laughter.
"I was kidding! Can't you tell when someone's kidding? I know you told me there wasn't much nice people in this city, but you really got me thinking you only meant the bad ones. "
I internally sign in relief.
"You would be surprised. A lot of people actually are like that. Trust me, I work with people like that, for example my boss!"
The black haired woman giggles.
"Really? How so?"
The Starbucks employee brings over our drinks.
"You don't want to hear about my job." Korra takes a sip of her latte.
"Ugh yeah I do. I need to laugh right now and you been doing a great job so far of making me smile."
I take a sip of my drink as an award for how great I'm doing. The moment the liquid hits my tongue, my mouth enters a world of greatness.
"This is fuckin great!" Korra laughs as everyone in the shop looks at me like I'm crazy.
I mouth a sorry and lower my head.
"This is really good." I whisper, taking another sip.
"I know, I made it for you remember? It's a vanilla bean Frappuccino, with 2 pumps of
peppermint syrup and toffee nut syrup."
"Really? It tastes like a sugar cookie in a drink."
"That's what my creation is called Sugar Cookie Frappuccino. I made the creation myself. It's a secret menu item." She says with pride.
"Well I'm glad you did. That's just another amazing thing about you. You're pretty, funny, and a chef."
Korra dips her head again and I enjoy it even more.
"You aren't so bad yourself, Asami. Words can't just describe how talented and beautiful you're and stop calling me pretty. You're far more attractive than me. I bet you have all the guys drooling over you."
"You would be surprised, how not true that is." She tilts her head confused.
"Oh, it's not like I'm a bad person to be in a relationship with. I'm actually quite amazing! Wow, shit. That was arrogant."
I take a deep breathe.
"A lot of people may find me attractive, but they're sometimes intimidated by my background. All they see is a business woman, even though that was years ago. With my Father being the famous Hiroshi Sato, it doesn't help my love life so much. It's okay though, I'm doing fine." I say with a smile.
"I completely understand where you're coming from. Take me for example. What's the first thing that comes to your mind, when you first see me?"
Hot, strong, marriage, beautiful, could rip a car in half, the ocean, future mother of my children, great smile. I could go on for days.
"You see an athlete , right?"
"Yep... that's just what I was about to say." I reply, trying to stop my continuous list of what I see when I look her,in my head.
"As stupid as it sounds, people judge you on your appearance. Your appearance plays a part for you because people know your face, and know the name behind it. For me, they see some big tough girl and the first thing they think is, she I hate men."
Apart of me wants to know if she does, because I wouldn't mind that. Honestly, it gives me an advantage.
"I don't hate men by the way! I was just using an example." She says.
Okay, so the option of her liking men is still open.
"What do you do at your job?" she asks.
" I work for a company called Fire Ferrets."
"I heard of that company. It's very successful." She says with a cheeky grin.
"Yes, but you don't know what goes on behind the scenes. I'm the web developer for our site and the site could be a lot better, but I'm limited to what I can do, due to my boss's controlling ways."
She laughs again. Maybe she thinks I'm being over dramatic but I'm very passionate about this topic.
"I was originally the graphic designer for the company. It was amazing at first, up until my amazing boss added web designer to my description. Now I have to manage almost hundreds of pages every day, with graphic work on top of that. I know I shouldn't be complaining because I ran Future Industries, which was far more stressful but it's a lot."
"Wow! Does your boss at least see the hard work you put into the company?"
I shake my head.
"Not at all. Honestly, I believe he thinks I don't do enough. Which is not the case, because today I literally promised to watch a woman's kid, because she wanted to file a complaint with the business bureau."
Korra covers her mouth.
"Your client black mailed you and your boss didn't do anything about it?"
"No, my boss didn't know I contacted the woman. You see? A few days ago the woman ordered a cake for her son. The cake never got delivered, due to our error. My boss wanted to drop it, but I didn't feel right doing so. So before I went to work today, I stopped by the client's home and explained that I would get the cake delivered personally. She wanted a hand written apology from my boss as well. But I couldn't get that for her without telling my boss I met her. So she threaten to write a complaint and the next thing I know, I'm babysitting this kid at Olive Garden tomorrow night!"
I take a deep breath after my long rant and Korra looks at me in disbelief. Great, now she thinks I'm crazy.
"I'm sorry, if I freaked you out." I stir my beverage.
"No, I'm just a bit shocked. Why can't your boss just write the apology?"
She makes it sound like Mako is a normal person? Mako hates admitting that he's wrong. There is no way he will have proof of such mistake. That's why he makes us delete the bad reviews.
"I don't want to get any of my friends at my job in trouble. Also, I already agreed, so it's not a big deal. I'm the one who went out of her way to do this. It wasn't what I was expecting, but I'll do anything to make things right."
Korra reaches across the table and grabs my hand.
"Asami, people like you truly inspire me. What you did was beautiful. Soon your boss will see how great of an employee you're. You may not feel not appreciated at times, but I'm sure your friends at your job can see it. Selfless deeds, such as going to that woman's house today. Tells me, you're a great and caring person. You're making a difference in your company. The clients you encounter, your team, and me sees it and that's all that matters."
I really needed to hear that. I'm not the type of person to crave recognition on a regular basis, but sometimes it's good to hear that you're making a difference.
"Thank you Korra. That means a lot."
"No, you're doing a lot, Asami."
Korra offered to walk me back to my office and of course I agreed.
"You seem to know this building by heart. Do you work here?" I ask, as we get on the elevator.
"Oh no, I work at Element Kickboxing. Down on 24th street."
"Really? I walk by that place all the time. Are you an instructor?"
She laughs and I have officially fallen in love with her laugh.
"Well, I'm actually a competitive MMA fighter. But my coach Tenzin , lets me take over the studio sometimes and I teach my own class for free."
This woman can't be more fascinating. I wonder how many fights she won. She looks like she never loss!
"That's amazing. Not to brag or anything but I trained in Jiu Jitsu for 12 years." I state, proudly.
"I never been a fan of rolling on the ground." She tease.
"Well there is more to it, than that. You learn key self-defense moves that aren't just for the ground. Then again, fights can escalate quickly, sending you to the ground. So it's never a bad idea to be prepared for such thing."
"Well if you knock them out prior, you wouldn't have to worry about that."
Is she serious? That's like saying 'I don't start fires, therefore I shouldn't know how to put them out'. No one wants to be in a situation like that. But knowing ways to get out of it, helps.
"Wait until you meet someone who's better than you." My comment, causes the fighter to smirk.
"That sounds like a threat."
"Take it as you want. I'm just being honest."
"You're welcomed to come to my studio anytime. I could totally give you some lesson and maybe I can learn some of your floor moves."
This time I laugh.
"Who said I'm going to end up on the ground? I said most fights can causes you to be on the ground. I never said I allowed myself to be on the ground."
"Oooohh Asami, you sure you can't play hooky because your trash talk is making me anxious! I can write a note for your job and everything."
Fighting with her sounds great. Then again, I don't want to harm her ego.
"That does sounds like an offer I can't refuse, but I must work."
She frowns and she looks even more adorable.
"Awww, you should be happy. You get to live without pain for today." I tease,
I watch as Korra bites down on bottom of her lip. Apparently my trash talk is getting to her.
"Awww did I hurt the little fighter's feeli.." before I could finish, she places her arms over me, as I'm cornered in the elevator. We're so close that I'm literally fighting the urge to kiss her right now.
"I'm used to my opponents trash talking me, but you sound so sure of yourself. I just don't know what to do."
There is no way, we can just be friends now. This whole day has been amazing and I want to continue learning more about her. I try to collect myself the best way I can, before replying.
"Don't tell me you're one of those cocky fighters, who screams for a rematch when they lose? You're giving off that type of vibe, Korra."
She smiles.
"I would be, if I ever lost a match."
With Korra's hand still placed on the wall I'm leaning on,the elevator door suddenly opens and an elderly woman stops in her tracks.
"Oh my."
Korra backs away from me and we both get off. The moment the door shuts behind us, Korra and I burst into laughter.
"Poor woman, she probably thought we were going to fight in the elevator." Korra says.
"Yeahhhhhh, that's what she thought." I tease, thinking of another scenario.
As we continue down the hall, I notice she's still here.
"Are you following me?" I tease.
"Noooo, just walking you back to your office."
We get to the door and she's still standing with me. I'm not sure if I should go for a hug or just a casual wave goodbye. I see Bolin and he motions for us to come inside.
"I think my friend wants us to come inside."
"Then let us." Korra says with a grin.
Bolin moves from the printer and before I can introduce him to Korra, she opens her mouth.
"Hey Bolin."
Wait these two know each other?
"Hey Korra, what are you doing here?" he asks.
"I'm here to drop my friend off. We just got back from Starbucks. " Bolin's eyes enlarge.
"Was this planned?" he asks.
"Well yes, funny story. I saved Asami here from a taxi and I took her to Starbucks."
"Ooooohhhh, cool." He replies.
My awkward friend grabs his paper from the printer and rushes back to his cubicle. That was weird. I wonder what his problem is?
"You know Bolin?" I ask.
"Yeah, he's like a brother to me."
Great, now I can get more information about Korra. I'm sure Bolin knows if she's single or not. As I walk back to my station, I can see Mako yelling on the phone in his office.
"There goes my crazy boss." I whisper to her.
Mako looks up from his office and sees Korra and I. I'm sure he's going to attack me for bringing a friend into work. I don't care, I'm sure Korra and I could take him in a fight.
My boss hangs up his phone and immediately exits his office.
"Baby, please don't be mad at me." He pleads.
I turn around wondering who he's referring to.
"Mako, I don't want to do this here. I was just dropping my friend off ." Korra, says with her arms crossed.
My boss looks between Korra and I.
"You know her?" he asks in disgust, like I'm not standing here!
"Yes, and her name is Asami!"
I'm so confuse right now. She knows my boss and Bolin? Shit! I talked mad junk about my boss! What if she tells him what I did, I doubt it but still.
"Babe, you know I love you. Let's talk it out in my office."
"Are you going to talk to me like your girlfriend or your little friend?"
At that very moment, I knew I fucked up. I look over at Bolin and he's watching this go down from afar.
Mako walks pass me and grabs Korra's hand and they enter his office, shutting the door.
I head back to my cubicle and take a seat, trying to process everything. Bolin rushes to my side.
"Please tell me that wasn't the girl you wore your sexy jeans for?" He whispers.
I turn to my friend and my facial expression alone, tells him my answer and he groans.
"Please tell me you don't have feeling for her? Please tell me the coffee date went bad and you somehow realized she wasn't the one for you. Even though you two would make such a killer couple?" Bolin whines.
I put my head down.
I have to get over her! I just have to! How can such an amazing woman, date such a jerk for almost a year? Korra doesn't seem like a gold digger type at all! Nor does she look brained washed! This can't be possible. This doesn't make sense!
I lift my head up and Baatar makes his way over.
"Soooooo how did your date go? Did she get you out of those sexy jeans?" Baatar asks.
With that comment, both Bolin and I groan.
"Wow. It went that bad, huh?"
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