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korra had just finished going for an early morning jog and stopped to catch her breath, hands resting on the top of her thighs and she took in deep breaths. running in the cold was always one of the worst things but she always viewed running on the indoor track as a cheat. her mind was anywhere but here, her adrenaline kicking in but not waking her up enough to process everything going around yet. that was until she heard a voice address her, a look of confusion appearing on her face. asami? her gaze flickered over toward the other, wondering why she was suddenly being so formal with her. werenât they friends? she tilted her head to the side slightly at the question, âuh⌠are you okay asami? did ya hit your head or something?â she was trying to hide just how concerned she was about the fact she didnât know where her own workplace was, almost more so than she was disheartened about asami not recognizing her.
the confusion asami had felt throughout the day only increased when the woman said her name as if she knew who she was. âhave we met before? iâm sorry, i go to a lot of meetings, so i sometimes forget faces.â now she just felt rude, convinced she must have met her in passing and somehow forgot. it was a little crazy, even to asami. after all, the girl in front of her at the very least was ridiculously pretty. but sitting there staring at her asami couldnât find any recollection of her. ânothingâs happened to me, not that iâm aware of. sorry, if this is um weird for some reason i can go ask someone else.â she didnât know why she was so uncomfortable. after all, there was nothing wrong with asking a stranger for directions, but asami had an odd feeling she had upset the other in some way and now couldnât help but try to look for a way out of the conversation.

















