Asami pulled the Satomobile into the City Square, rolling round towards an open parking space. The Square was adorned with boutiques, restaurants and other high class shops. Korra stepped out of the car and looked around. Her heart sank. This is way out of my price range.
"Korra? You OK?"
Korra swiveled on the spot, turning to face Asami. She had that smile on her face, the same one she had when she had met her. It made Korra feel warm and bubbly inside. Korra smiled back.
"I'm great. I'm just wondering how I'm gonna afford coffee around here." Asami giggled to herself, moving around the car to meet her.
"Don't worry, I'm just parking here. Now you mention it, though, I do have to go pick something up. Come on." Asami grabbed Korra's hand and lead her across the square towards one of the boutiques. Korra didn't catch its name before she was yanked into it. One look around and she was already uncomfortable. It all seemed too… girly for her liking. Fancy gowns and evening dresses, decadent formal wear, and enough expensive accessories to put the Earth Queen to shame. Asami left her by the door and moved to the counter.
"Excuse me," she said to the assistant, "I have an order to collect. It should be under the name Asami." The assistant took a moment to check the computer behind the desk. She looked back up at Asami.
"Is there a last name as well, miss? I have three different Asami's here."
"Oh, of course." Asami answered, fishing a receipt from her purse. "It's Asami Sato."
Korra suddenly realized what she had just said. Sato. As in Sato Industries. As in Hiroshi's daughter. Oh crap. She was so swept up in her thoughts, she didn't notice Asami finish her transaction and return to her.
"Hey, Korra? You've got to stop drifting off into your own little world. It doesn't exactly make me feel like I'm interesting enough." Korra looked up at Asami. Still the same sweet smile.
"No, no! It's not that, it's just… you're Hiroshi Sato's kid." Asami's smile became weaker.
"Yeah, about that… I don't really tell anyone that. I don't exactly want that kind of shadow looming over me. Dad is cool with it, but he does let slip stuff every now and then. I know how weird that sounds." Korra moved closer, taking Asami's spare hand.
"Trust me, I understand what it's like to have a big pair of shoes to fill. If you want to keep it a secret, then a secret it will stay." Asami smiled inquisitively.
"Well, isn't that cryptic." She said, pulling herself closer to the young Avatar. Korra beamed from ear to ear.
"I'm just that mysterious. And you'll just have to deal with it." Korra said, playfully booping the end of Asami's nose with her finger at the end of her sentence. Asami giggled at what had happened, pulling Korra closer in for kiss. Korra looked into Asami's eyes after breaking the kiss. They were both beaming.
"So… coffee?" Korra said, breaking the silence. Asami stepped back from Korra, thrusting her bags towards her.
"I believe it is etiquette to carry a lady's bag when on a date with her." Korra chuckled to herself, taking the purse and shopping bag off of her.
"Oh, you are so lucky that you're hot." Korra said, smirking at her date, who was now tying her hair into a bun. Asami finished on her hair and turned back to Korra. She had an equally coy smirk on her face.
"I know." She said, winking and grabbing Korra's free hand. She pulled her out of the door and back across the square. The two went down one of the many side alleys, soon enough arriving at a little coffee shop. Small, secluded, barely empty. The perfect place for a date. Asami moved over to the counter, began studying the menu on the wall. Korra scanned the area. There wasn't anything out of the ordinary. No problems, no persons of interest, just a couple of older men in the corner playing Pai Sho. Wow, Korra. You're on a date and you can't shut down for a moment. Just chill for one afternoon, not everyone is out to kill you. She walked over to the counter, just as Asami was finishing her order. She took a quick look over the menu, and ordered a jasmine tea. Asami turned to her with a raised eyebrow.
"I didn't have you down as a tea person. You really are fully of surprises." Asami said, leaning against the counter. Korra raised an eyebrow of her own.
"Well, seeing as I'm paying, I wasn't gonna go crazy, was I?" Asami giggled at Korra's quip, raising a hand to cover her mouth. She didn't stop giggling until the barista gave them their drinks. Korra swiftly paid for the drinks and followed after Asami. They took a seat in a corner booth, Korra sideling in first, Asami sliding in on her left hand side. She was close. Very close. Korra was unsure whether she was flirting or just cold. Well she could be, I don't really feel the cold, coming from the south and all. Korra pulled off her hoodie and put it over Asami's shoulders. Asami looked surprised by the gesture, putting the hoodie further over her body, then looking at Korra, puzzled.
"I don't get cold," Korra said, matter-of-factly, "you know, being from the South Pole. You looked chilly so I just thought…" Korra trailed off when she noticed that Asami wasn't looking at her face anymore. She was looking at her arms.
"They're big…" Asami said, in an almost whisper. Her eyes soon enough drew level with the tattoo on Korra's right bicep, and they widened in wonder. She reached across and ran her slender fingers over it. "It's real…"
"Uh, yeah…" Korra said. "It's a warrior's band. Waterbenders who master 5 different fighting styles get them as a mark of proof. I'm a bit of a special exception to the rule."
Asami looked back up at Korra. "Why? Did you not master the 5 styles?"
"It's not that, I mastered them by the time I was 13. Usually, you have to wait till you're 18 to get your band, but seeing as I was leaving for the City and probably wouldn't be back for a while, Master Katara pulled a few string and I got mine early." Korra reached over and took a sip of her tea. Asami began to snuggle up closer to her, ignoring her chai latte on the table.
"Is that the same Katara who fought in the 100-Year War? Who married Avatar Aang?"
"The very same."
"How do you know her? She's a legend, a real-life hero." Korra chuckled to herself, taking another sip of her tea.
"Katara taught me quite a bit of what I know. Not just combat, healing as well. Not a lot of people realize how diverse bending can be." She turned to look at the girl to her left, who was now resting her head on Korra's shoulder. Korra slid into her seat, supporting Asami with her arm.
"Now it's my turn to ask questions." Korra said. Asami straightened up slightly, still leaning against Korra, but now reaching for her latte.
"Sure, shoot." She said, taking a sip of her drink.
"What's with the car? I mean, it looks like a Dragon Bird, but it's… different, you know? Faster, for a start. Did you Dad mod it for you?" Asami looked into her latte, beginning to stir the foam with her finger.
"Actually, I did. Dad gave me the car for my birthday, but it's one of a kind. He's given me help here and there, the occasional piece of tech, but the majority of the work is from me." Korra looked down at the girl next to her.
"Well, Bo did say you were a bit of a tech nerd."
"A bit of a tech nerd? I'll have you know I'm the queen of nerds." Korra started to laugh.
"Well, you're certainly pretty enough to be a queen." Korra said, wrapping an arm around Asami.
"Ooh, real smooth." Asami said, sarcastically, before leaning in to kiss her.
"Well, it obviously worked." Korra said, leaning her head back to face the ceiling. Asami giggled and took another sip of her latte. She paused for a moment.
"What about your parents?" Asami asked. Korra placed her tea back on the table.
"What about them?" Korra said. Asami nuzzled into her neck.
"Well, what are they like? You know about my parents, it's only fair I know about yours." Asami said, her voice muffled slightly by Korra's neck. Korra laughed out loud.
"So we've got to that part of the relationship, have we?" She said, taking another sip of her drink and looking into it. "Well, my dad is the chief of the Southern Water Tribe, but Mom is just a housewife." She looked down at the girl on her shoulder.
"Ooh, so I'm on a date with a bonafide princess, then." Asami cooed. Korra giggled at her comment.
"It's more of a name than anything. Dad does the same kinda work as the council do here, but people look up to him. He does whatever he can to help. It's just tradition that he's got the title of Chief."
"I'm still gonna keep hold of the princess thing." Asami said, finishing off her latte in one big gulp. "I think its kinda cute."
"Very funny, Miss Millionaire Heiress." Korra said sarcastically. She finished off her own tea, and put the empty cup next to Asami's. They both looked at the cups on the table, then at each other. Korra smiled at Asami.
"I don't have to be back home for another hour or so. You want another?" said Korra, running her fingers through Asami's hair. Asami chuckled, leaned over and pecked Korra on the cheek.
"Go on, then." Asami said. Korra slid out of the booth, and headed back over to the counter. She waited for the barista to finish with her cleaning, and come over to take her order.
"A chai latte and a jasmine tea, please." Korra told the barista, who smiled, nodded and began to make the drinks.
"And a slice of red velvet cake!" Asami called over, now pulling Korra's hoodie on, rather than having it slung over her shoulders. Korra smiled at the girl in the corner booth. She turned back to the barista.
"Make that two slices." As the barista busied herself with the order, Korra turned back to look at her date. She was now checking her makeup, though Korra thought she didn't need any. Lost in her own little world, Korra didn't notice barista put the drinks and cake down on the table. All she saw was Asami, who had begun to point to something behind Korra. She swiveled round, noticing the barista's outstretched hand. She fumbled round in her pockets, pulling out a 10 Yuan note and a few 1 Yuan coins. She handed over the note, taking the drinks over to the table. She placed them down and moved back over to get her change and the cake. She grabbed both and moved back over to the table. She placed them down, taking her seat next to Asami, who slid closer to Korra once she sat down. Korra looked over at Asami with a sly smile.
"Comfy, are we?" She said, nudging her playfully with her elbow. Asami ran her hand down Korra's thigh.
"Oh, yes." Asami said, looking at Korra with a smug little smile. "Just so you know, you won't be getting this hoodie back, now. I have claimed it as my own." Korra leaned over and kissed Asami's forehead.
"I'm sure I'll get hold of one of your sweaters soon enough."