"This was a date?"
Korra blinks in surprise, wondering if she's misheard the dark-haired boy seated across from her. He looks stoic, an unreadable expression on his face, and suddenly she's void of confidence – something that's as frightening to her as losing her bending.
She fiddles with the edge of her blue dress, something she picked out especially for the occasion, and wrinkles her nose awkwardly. Her eyes prickle, and she's dangerously close to...what, crying?
"Er, yeah," she says, looking back up at him, hoping for a smile to indicate he's joking around with her. "I mean….I just assumed…we went to the theater… and now out to a fancy restaurant?"
She trails off rather timidly, unable to continue without showing her disappointment. The boy winces, and wipes his mouth with a napkin briskly.
Her stomach does flips from looking at his handsome face. She hates that; even in the process of being rejected, she can't help but admire him, to have these strange, judgment-blurring feelings play with her head.
It's not fair.