He could do what he wanted.

Korra rolls her eyes as she watches Mako make his final touches to his suit, hanging his signature red scarf leisurely over his shoulder. His face is lit with a smile, and if she looked hard enough, she could see the light red tint of a blush on his cheeks. It's almost like there's a different person in the room instead of the stoic, brooding firebender she normally saw.

She doesn't care that he's going on a date.

She doesn't care that he's going with her.

She doesn't care.

A doorbell rings. Mako steps forward and opens the door, where she stands waiting. Her dress is long and reaches her ankles, hugging all the right places and accentuating her wide green eyes. She smiles softly, glancing up at him under coal black lashes.

Beautiful.

Korra can practically hear the word run through Mako's head. His smile grows wider, and he whispers something incoherent in her ear. She giggles quietly and reaches up, her arms wrapping around his neck. His arms find her waist in response, and they embrace. Then, with a final laugh, they're gone from the door.

Korra's heart stutters, and she feels tears prick at her eyes.

Because as much as she says she doesn't care, the truth is…

She does.