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As evening cast its shadow on the construction site, Asami took pause, mindlessly plucking the dusty gloves off her fingers. Meandering about the skeleton of the next housing unit, she finally sagged against a freshly cut beam, closing her eyes for the first time in about 20 hours.
It wasn’t the distant puttering of an older Satomobile engine that tipped her off, or even the feather-light padding of worn boots, but the smell of coffee that alerted her to Mako’s presence.
She inhaled deeply, remembering all the terribly stale brews they've shared together… for work, late-night pro-bending matches and even later-night discussions of said matches.
“Brought your favorite.”
Asami exhaled with a small smile, blinking up at him tiredly. “Thanks. Night shift for you?”
He gently pushed the steaming paper cup into her hands, coughing slightly. “Uh, yeah.”
She raised a brow at him as he hid his face behind a long sip from his cup.
“You’re a terrible liar.”
Mako scowled, shoving a hand in his pocket. Asami chuckled and leaned into him, linking her arm through his. “But you’re a great bodyguard.”
At this, he rolled his eyes and huffed a mocking, “Yeah, yeah.”
But he didn’t move away.