...ves almost any time he wanted. Mako had thought that his window was the closest he would be able to get to the Avatar. After all, she was the Avatar. She was in training, and probably spent all her days training in airbending. Also, being the Avatar surely meant she was very spiritual, why would she even be interested in pro-bending, let alone acknowledge it's existence? Or so he had thought just days ago. He never expected their two completely different worlds to collide.
So here he is again, gazing out at the Ava...Korra's home, not quite content but not quite brooding either. How could he have been such a jerk? To her, of all people. Mako runs the scenario through his mind over and over. He still does not believe that he had failed to recognize her. Mako was used to Bolin bringing girl after girl to watch their matches, so used to it in fact that he had stopped caring. Instead, Mako always stayed focus on the match ahead of him. So even though his brain acknowledged that this new girl was in a Water Tribe get-up, it hadn't made the full connection.
He lets out a very frustrated sigh and clenches his eyes shut for a moment as he mentally berates himself. His thoughts drift to the end of the match, where they had just managed to win in spite of Hasook. His heart had been racing then, he was thoroughly elated as the adrenaline pumped through his veins. He had even...