Mako held the small bag of dumplings, buying two had become a habit since he always bought for Bolin as well, and was stopped from mounting his bike. He turned, surprised at the curious girl who didn’t seem to care about personal space that much.

"Uh- it’s a police motorcycle." He gave her a slightly confused look. How didn’t she know that, especially with him wearing a police uniform of all things. "This your first time in Republic City?" He couldn’t help feeling sympathetic if it was. Korra was and the same, and if he was honest with himself, Mako would admit she was rather cute.

But he lied to himself fairly often simply to stay focused.