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Opal watched the motorcycle tear into the parking lot with a bemused expression on her face. Tires screeching, it swerved into a parking spot on the far end of the lot, near the mechanics and shop classroom. The slender figure straddling the bike cut the engine, pulling off red leather gloves.
“Asami is so cool,” Opal said in an awed whisper.
“Asami is gonna get herself killed,” Mako cut in, “racing around like a maniac the way she does. Probably would’ve already if she wasn’t such a damn good driver.” He shut the car door, crossing his arms and looking pensively in Asami’s direction.
“Aw, lay off,” Bolin said. “C’mon Mako, you know Asami’s too smart for that. Besides, she’s showing off.” He jerked his head in her direction with a smirk.
Asami was, indeed, making a big show of pulling off her helmet to shake out flowing black tresses. Still straddling the bike, she shot a few furtive looks toward the edge of the parking lot.
“Who’s she looking at?” Opal asked, craning her neck to get a better view. There were a surprising number of cars already in the teacher’s lot, considering classes didn’t start for an hour, but it was the first day of the new school year.
“Who do you think?” Bolin said, smirking.
A sweaty figure jogged into view, wearing sweatpants and a tight blue tank top. Their little group watched Asami look down, pretending not to notice the new arrival.
“Hey Asami!” came a cheerful bellow. The woman paused for a moment, skidding to a halt next to Asami’s motorcycle. With an outstretched hand, she gave Asami what looked to be half of a bagel wrapped in a napkin. Her mouth was open, but apart from the initial greeting, Opal was too far away to hear what she was saying.
Along with Bolin and Mako, Opal watched Asami bashfully take the bagel, lowering her eyes in a futile attempt to conceal her blush.
“So that’s…”
“Korra, yes,” Mako supplied. It was Opal’s first day of teaching at Republic City High School, and while she’d met the other teachers before, she was still a little hazy on names and faces.
“She brought Asami breakfast?”
“Brings her a bagel every morning,” Bolin replied. “Asami’s a caffeine addict like the rest of us, and she’d never eat if Korra didn’t practically spoon feed her.”
There was a pause in conversation as they watched the two women. Korra was talking animatedly, pantomiming something with her muscular arms. If Opal hadn’t known already, she would have guessed that Korra was the PE teacher from her workout clothes, running shoes, and the whistle dangling around her neck. That, and also her… rather athletic build. In contrast, Asami was tall and slender, a picture of elegance. As they watched, she chuckled at Korra’s antics, one hand going up to cover ruby red lips.
“So you’re gonna tell me that,” Opal said. “That both of these extremely attractive, and clearly gay women-”
“Bisexual,” Mako interrupted.
“Okay, bisexual… my point still stands,” Opal continued. “You’re telling me that they’re both still single?”
Bolin guffawed, patting Opal on the back. “Oh, they’re very much taken.”
Opal and Mako exchanged confused looks.
“They’re taken by each other,” Bolin explained. “They just don’t know it yet.”
He gave a cheeky wink, and the three returned their attention to the pair of women across the parking lot.