Ugh, if I have to sit through another one of these board meetings, it will be too soon.

While her father was away on a business trip of sorts, Asami Sato, his daughter was current acting CEO of Future Industries. All her life she had been groomed for this role, something she accepted but not necessarily welcomed. She had witnessed her father build the company from ground up and she cherished every piece of it.

Just like her father, she was driven, hard working, committed and poured her blood, sweat and tears into everything she accomplished. Which was mostly everything she set out to achieve. A prodigy in her father's eyes, a genius in her peers. Some would say, her only flaw was that she is human.

Having said her farewells to the board members, she hastily made an exit from the premises. The further away from work, the better. As she sat in her car, she checked through her messages, grimacing at one particular name that stood out among the rest.

I better see what he wants.

"Hey, just got your messages. What's up?"

Half an hour later, Asami entered through the front doors of her favorite eat out, Narook's Noodle Canteen. It wasn't fancy or high-priced like the usual places, in fact Asami loved it so much mainly because it was quiet.

..and the food is really good.

As she took her usual booth, she smiled over at the waiter who was already preparing her usual. Glancing out the window, she watched the passing masses, smiling at all the happy children out with their parents. It made her think back to when she was a little girl. When her parents schedules weren't as hectic.

After a short while, something caught her attention, or rather, someone. A girl, maybe younger, staring intently into space across the road. Did she not notice the heavy traffic? Was she even paying attention. The girl waited for a clearing before jogging across the road, heading straight for the door.

Asami quickly grabbed the menu, keeping her head down, and her eyes up, as if she was some kind of stalker.

What the fuck Sato!?

The girl in question had her back facing her and Asami let her eyes roam.

Fucking pervert.

"Miss Sato, your food."

Asami was snapped from her thoughts, a blush making its presence shown. Had she been caught staring? She could only hope not. As if to cover up her embarrassment, she quickly took a fork-full of noodles and scoffed it down.

So not lady like.

The waiter raised a brow at her but shrugged it off and walked back over to where that girl, who was now seated right beside her in another booth.

"Welcome to Narook's, what would you like to order?"

"Ah..hmm..I'll have whatever she's having."

Asami's ears perked up and she chanced a look towards the girl as their eyes locked.

Those eyes..

The girl offered a smile, to which Asami quickly averted her gaze. All of a sudden she felt hot, like she was on fire. How could a complete stranger have such an effect on her? Was that even possible. Asami had no clue, all she knew was that she was going to turn to ash if she sat there any longer.

She quickly made a dash for the door, yelling out something about a tab. Once outside, she leaned back against the wall, panting slightly. One hand clutched her chest, while the other hand felt around for her-

Crap.

looking for this?"

Asami was startled by the voice she almost fell sideways but luckily a hand reached out and grabbed her arm, keeping her balanced. When she finally turn to her so-called rescuer, she was utterly lost for words. The girl she had been eyeing inside was now holding her arm, and her phone. Two saves in one day, Asami noted.

"T-thank you. I don't know what I'd do without it."

"No problem. You left in a hurry and hardly touched your food. Everything okay?"

"Uh, yeah, yes. I just remembered I was running late for something..anyways, thanks..um."

"Korra."

"Korra..for returning my phone and saving me from falling." Smooth Sato, real smooth.

Korra looked the heiress up and down and smiled apologetic. "It's my fault. I have a habit for surprising people."

There was an awkward silence between the two. Korra wasn't sure why she just didn't turn around and head back inside. Asami wasn't sure why she was still standing there. Neither of them knew what the fuck was going on, but both of them didn't want their awkward exchange be the last.

"I'm Asami, by the way." she extended her hand to which Korra quickly took a firm grip to. "I hope your food isn't cold. Please allow me to pay as a way of showing my gratitude. I really would have had a melt down if I lost my phone."

"Sure, but on one condition."

Asami didn't like the goofy grin Korra was giving her, but nodded instead.

"Have lunch with me?"

::

Knock. Knock.

No reply.

Knock. Knock.

Still, there was no reply or even any sign of movement or rustling to be heard. Mako sighed and turned to leave. After waiting for Korra to call him all day yesterday and then again this morning, he was beginning to worry.

"Where are you Korra?"

::

"Wow, who would have guessed it, certainly not I!" Korra stated, having finished off her third bowl of noodles. "That was great, thanks for paying."

"No worries. What did you mean though, who would have guessed what?"

"That two strangers met, but have a mutual friend. Mako, of all people."

Asami mentally groaned at the mention of his name. Two hours later, the pair had been sitting down talking when Korra started flipping through pictures of her and her friends. Asami immediately recognized the brothers, but she wondered why Korra had only old pictures of the three and no new ones.

It wasn't important. Here she was, making friends with a girl she had gotten all hot and bothered about a while ago. She would never admit it, but the idea of her getting to know Korra on a more personal basis, as well as the chance of staring into those beautiful azure orbs of hers, sent shivers coursing through her.

Fucking pervert.

(A/N) I'm happy with how this chapter turned out. Thanks for reading and please give any feedback. I appreciate your time.