A/N: Idonotown the Legend of Korra. Thank-you to all of my readers and the 1 person who reviewed (blue-hart, you rock!), I'm glad you like it and uh, here's Capitulo Dos.

He heard her before he saw her. She was in his gym, punching chunks of earth at targets on a wall. Bolin was entranced. She was graceful, quick, and powerful, and her movements reminded Bolin of Korra's.

She grunted as she hurled one last boulder at a target, smashing it on contact, and then shuffled over to the bench where his gym bag rested.

What are you doing, man? He thought to himself. You're acting like a creeper!

But he didn't move. He watched as the girl brushed her long blonde hair behind her shoulder and took a long swig of water.

She sat down on the bench and took a few deep breaths.

Bolin just looked at her for a long time. She was attractive at the least. She had sunshine-colored hair that fell to her hips and a petite figure that was highlighted by her clingy sleeveless shirt. She didn't have as much of a chest as Korra or Asami, but then again, they didn't have her eyes. She had the sharpest blue-grey storm cloud eyes that Bolin had ever seen. And her face—small, red lips, a slightly upturned nose, and gracefully sloping chin—made Bolin do a double take.

Earthbenders were usually tough, muscular people with dark hair and dark skin, but this girl looked like she would float away if the wind was blowing too hard.

She stood and started a few bending exercises, making fluid movements with her arms and shaking the ground with every step she took, but suddenly her body went rigid and the stony concentrated expression on her face changed.

The hairs on Bolin's neck stood up. Did she realize he was there, in the shadows of the doorway, watching her every move?

She whipped around and kicked a boulder at the doorway, snapping Bolin out of his trance and causing him to shriek in surprise.

Yeah, he thought, I'm busted.

He ducked just in time, feeling the air above his head go whoosh as the chunk of rock sailed cleanly over his hunched form. The girl was in attack mode, throwing earth disks and weights across the gym at Bolin, who did his best to duck and dodge while trying to keep the towel on.

"Get away from me you pervert!" she yelled, still launching rocks, weights, and earth coins at him.

"I... am not... a pervert..." Bolin yelled back, still dodging the volley of shrapnel that came at him.

She stopped for a moment, but kept another rock at the ready. She considered her options.

Bolin held one hand up in a gesture of surrender. The other was holding up the towel. "I'm sorry if I creeped you out, but I swear, I'm not a perv!"

"Then please explain to me why you were watching me from the shadows wearing nothing but a towel?

Bolin frowned. "I see your point, but I was coming in here for my clothes, which are in that bag on the bench behind you."

She dropped her rock and blushed. "Oh, sorry."

Bolin grabbed the bag. "No big." he shrugged. "I mean, if I were a pretty girl all alone in a big creepy place like this at night, I would probably attack anything that moved, too."

"So you think I'm pretty?"

It was Bolin's turn to blush. "Well... I... Uh..." he stammered. There was a moment of silent pause between them. He looked up and she was staring at him, eyes blazing, searching his face for an emotion. "I'm gonna go put on some pants." he finally gulped out.

The girl smiled a little, holding in a bit of laughter. "Good idea."

As he half-walked/half-ran away, the girl called after him.

"The name's Lena!" she yelled. "What's yours?"

"Bolin!" he called back.

She watched as he turned the corner and disappeared.

"Bolin." she said to herself.