A/N: So. I kind of can't put this one down. I'm making it a story so ust enjoy the ride. Also, it's like… completely crap quality and mostly dialogue at this point so just bear with it. Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A young man paced back and forth in front of a small table, his arms folded in thought. His brother watched from the couch as he stared at the phone on the table every now and then, just to continue pacing. He watched this go on for about five minutes before saying something.
"Mako! Just call her already!"
"I can't!" He said and threw his arms up near his head. "That's the part that's killing me!"
"It's been two days bro. If you don't call her, I WILL." He said and reached for his brother's phone.
"NO!" He said and reached for the phone, but his brother got to it first, holding it to his chest.
"Give it back Bo!"
"Not unless you call her!"
"I already told you, I can't! What on earth do I say to the Avatar?"
"Whatever you said to get her number."
He sighed and rubbed his temples. "Can't I just text her?"
"No way. You have deal with this personally." He said and tossed the phone to Mako. He caught it and just looked at it like it was a completely foreign object to him, running his free hand through his hair and just staring at his phone.
"Come on. Now or never." Bolin said.
He sighed with anxiety in his chest and unlocked his phone.
"Now or never…" He said shakily, his thumb hovering over Korra's name. He touched the call button and pressed it to his ear. Across the city a phone sitting on a counter top started to ring.
"Korra! Your phone is playing that stupid song again!" A young woman called to her friend in the bathroom. From behind the door Korra called back.
"Well, I'm kind of busy, can you answer it? It's probably just Tenzin!"
The young woman sighed and walked over to the annoying phone, seeing a number come up she didn't recognize. She touched the phone and answered it for her friend.
"Hello?"
"Uh, hi… Korra?" Mako said softly.
"No, she's in the shower. I can take a message if you'd like."
"Oh. Um… can you just have her call me back sometime at this number? It's Mako… the guy from the club the other night."
The young woman had to cover her mouth so her gasp went unheard. She hesitated, having to calm herself first before responding.
"Sure, Mako. I'll let her know."
"Thanks…" He said and hung up. The young woman ended the call and set the phone down on the counter. Korra took a few minutes, but soon the water was shut off and she leaned out of the bathroom in her towel.
"What did Tenzin want, Asami?"
"It wasn't Tenzin!" She said with a little giggle. "It was that guy!"
"What 'guy'?" She said, bending the water out of her hair and down the sink.
"The guy you've been waiting to call you!"
She froze. She was sure he had forgotten all about her.
"That's not funny Asami."
"It's not a joke, look at your phone!" She said and waited in the kitchen. Korra padded down the hallway in her towel and grabbed her phone off the counter, looking at her recent calls. There, was a ten digit number she didn't recognize that called just minutes before.
"He said his name is Mako and for you to call him. He sounded so shy… Nothing like what you described." She said and crossed her arms, looking at her friend just stare at her phone. "Well? Say something."
"He's local…"
"What?"
"Look at the number!" Korra screamed, shoving the screen into Asami's face.
"Oh yeah, look, it's even registered right here in Republic City." She said taking the phone from Korra. Asami added the number for her and labeled it 'Mako'. She looked over to her friend who was dripping wet and still as a statue.
"Korra? You alright?"
She gulped and her eyes were wide with shock, shaking her head.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know how to deal with guys! I just got here… If it weren't for you I wouldn't know anyone in this whole city. And now I have the hottest guy I have ever seen calling me back after I made a complete ass out of myself, being all arrogant? What on earth was I thinking?! I have no idea what to do now." She looked over to Asami and took her arm. Asami looked at her and smiled, slipping the phone back into her hands.
"Well, obviously you did something he liked or he wouldn't have called you." She tried to reason.
"But why wait two whole days to call me? That's the most confusing part!" She said, rubbing her temples.
"Maybe he was just as freaked out as you are right now."
"No way. Him? He was totally cool and smooth. I can't see him being the nervous type."
"I wonder if he had been drinking…" Asami thought out loud and untangled her arm from Korra's.
"I didn't smell any alcohol…" She said softly.
"Oh?" Asami leaned on Korra's side." So you were close enough to have his breath tickle your lips?" She teased seductively.
"Shut up!" She said and pushed her away, looking at her phone. Asami just laughed.
"Well, either way, you need to find what's up with this guy."
Korra hesitated and looked at her phone, trying to decide what to do. She took in a deep breath and started to send him a text message. She sent an address and a time, hesitated again, but then locked her phone, setting it on the counter.
"What did you decide to do?" Asami asked.
"I am going to meet him tonight. See what he's really all about." She said softly and left the kitchen, going to her room to get dressed.
Back in the brothers' apartment Mako's phone made a high pitched chime.
"Ooh, she texted you back! What did she say?" Bolin asked, very curious.
Mako grabbed his phone from his pocket and looked at the text. He started to sweat with panic.
"She wants to meet me. Tonight in the park, right after I get off work."
"See? I knew everything would work out." Bolin said, sitting back on the couch and folding his hands behind his head. Mako on the other hand was a nervous wreck. He put the phone back in his pocket and grabbed his badge, clipping it to his uniform.
"I have to go or I'll be late. I'll see you later tonight." He said as he headed out the door.
"Okay, just if you are going to bring her home, let me know so I can leave!"
"Bolin, shut up!" He said as he slammed the front door shut, making Bolin laugh.