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She didn’t mean to go to the bar after work. But after the day she had to endure with various male counterparts droning on and on for hours in multiple business meetings, she needed a drink.
Or…. Five.
Being the CEO and owner of a multi-billion dollar industry at the young age of twenty-three was a pretty huge accomplishment.
Yet, it was definitely taking its toll even though she had been running the company for the past three years.
Sure, her public image was great.
Asami Sato, the greatest innovator and creative mind of the century. Or so the papers said.
They also said she was one of the most beautiful people that has ever graced this earth.
Beauty and Brains?! Sato stops men (and women) in their tracks with her drop dead gorgeous looks and genius brain.
But her private life was rather… bland. Friendships were limited to a select few who were trustworthy. Catching up with them were too far and few with her busy schedule, but she did try her best with that. Family was reduced to her father, who was currently in jail for underlying motives that nearly left Future Industries bankrupt when it was uncovered. Her mother passed away when she was a young girl and Asami was the only child. Romantic relationships didn’t last very long and usually were the next day’s tabloid header. Asami didn’t mind all that much, she was a young woman, just having fun despite her many obligations that she had to attend to.
But, one thing was for certain.
Once Asami set her sights on something –or someone… she usually got what she wanted.
And tonight?
Well, tonight was no different.
You will be mine, even if you’re somebody else’s…
She nursed her third Midori Sour (the drink was tinged green, which so happened to match the color of her eyes, and wasn’t that strong, but it served its purpose since she was on her third one) and observed the other patrons at the bar. It was in a more upscale part of town, but no one seemed to recognize her, so Asami sat by herself at the corner end. It wasn’t that busy or packed considering that it was a Friday evening. She felt that slight buzz in her head, but she welcomed it wholeheartedly for it helped her relax from the day’s tiring activities.
She had unbuttoned the first three buttons on her top, a dark red colored dress shirt that was tucked into a black pencil skirt. The sleeves were also unbuttoned and rolled up to her elbows. Matching dark red pumps were on her feet. The black blazer she had on the whole day was draped next to her at the bar, and her hair that was usually up in a ponytail cascaded down her back in waves.
She plucked the single red cherry out of her drink and popped it in her mouth, savoring the sweet flavor that coated the outside of it. She pulled out the stem and idly twisted it around in her fingers.
The sound of the door drew her attention and she watched as two people strolled in. One was a tall, lean guy with short black hair that was slightly spiked up in the front. His golden eyes and chiseled jawline made him attractive, despite the odd shape of his pointed eyebrows that reminded Asami of a shark. His expression was serious, a little too serious for her liking. Her eyes drifted to the other companion, a young woman, around her age, tanned skin, short dark brown hair and bangs that slightly covered her left eye. Asami was immediately drawn to the dazzling blue eyes that shined even in the moderately lit bar. The girl was shorter than the guy she was with, but she walked with such confidence that you could have mistaken her for being the same height.
Asami bit down on the cherry and enjoyed the tart taste that spread over her tongue.
A tiny smile spread on her red lips as she continued to follow the two silently with her emerald green eyes.
The man was in a white button up and black slacks, there was that red scarf around his neck that seemed a bit pretentious for Asami’s liking.
The girl, on the other hand, wore a light blue, loose fitted tanktop that flowed just past her hips and dark blue skinny jeans that complimented her body well. Asami didn’t overlook the athletic tone of the girl’s arms that were on display. One arm was bent and flexed, holding onto a black leather jacket that was slung over her left shoulder. Black ankle high boots accounted for her shoes and the pair chose a table, not too far from Asami, and sat down.
She took the glass in her hand and swirled it around for good measure.
“Thanks for coming out with me, Korra,” The man said, a tight-lipped smile appeared on his lips and he nodded once to the girl across from him.
“Honestly, I’ve been waiting for a while for this,” The girl- Korra replied back, with a bashful smile.
"Oh, she's cute", Asami mused silently to herself as she continued to listen in on this couple’s seemingly first date.
“What made you finally ask me, Mako?” Korra asked, leaning in slightly to focus her attention on him.
Mako was silent for a few seconds before he answered.
“Bolin… may have said something…” He stated and at this Korra quirked up an eyebrow, questioningly.
“Is that the only reason?” She pressed on, crossing her arms in the process. Mako’s eyes widened in a panic, as he tried to backtrack his previous statement, Asami watched on in amusement.
“No- no! I just- I do like you, Korra…” He cleared his throat, “Umm, you want a drink?” He changed the subject and stood up. Korra shot him an incredulous look of “Really? What the fuck?” but shook her head and sighed.
“Just get me a beer or something,” Mako nodded and left Korra at the table by herself. Korra propped an arm up on the tabletop and rested her chin on the open palm of her hand as she took a look around the place.
Asami had placed her glass down and began to stir her drink around with the two tiny black straws sticking out from it.
Her eyes were trained on Korra and finally, blue azure eyes met jade green.
Girl, not for long…
The slight surprise that Korra had with Asami staring at her faded away and the two kept eye contact with one another. Korra’s surprised eyes turned into that of curiosity along with a small tilt of her head to the side as the seconds passed by.
Asami’s lips pulled up into a hint of a smirk and she casted a quick wink in Korra’s direction.
At this, Korra was taken aback and blinked rapidly, Asami could see the flustered state she sent the poor girl into and her smirk widened.
Before Korra could do anything else, Mako arrived back at the table, two beer bottles in hand, and an apologetic smile on his face. Korra turned her head and muttered a small “thanks” as she grabbed a bottle from him and shot a glance back at Asami.
Asami broke her gaze and raised her glass at Korra before she shifted back around and took a few more sips of her drink. That was enough teasing for the time being, Asami had enjoyed listening in and watching, but she didn’t want to overdo it.
She grabbed the attention of the bartender and ordered another Midori Sour after she gulped down the rest of the green drink a few minutes later. The bartender gave her a curt smile and left Asami alone again as he went to prepare it.
Asami turned her body on the stool and took a glimpse at the table with Mako and Korra again, only to find Korra herself standing there a couple of feet away from her. Mako, apparently, was nowhere to be seen.
One hand rested on Korra’s hip as she looked on, expectantly, at Asami. A smile spread on Asami’s lips again and she trailed her eyes up to fixate on those clear blue eyes.
Not for long.