my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

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          “Mhm, I figured I would,” he replied jokingly, pleased with her decision. “Somewhere nice. Since my promotion to detective, I’ve managed to save up a decent amount of money,” a proud grin spread across his face. “I was thinking Quang’s, if you’re up for it. Or, if you’re in the mood for some watertribe grub, we could hit up Narook’s instead. Your pick.”

        It is almost too easy to slip back into harmless flirtation with Mako, but she has to remind herself that it’s neither the time nor place. The past is in the past and it needs to stay that way, as far as she’s concerned. At the risk of sounding like a typical rich girl, Asami has admittedly expensive taste— Kwong’s, despite the memories, would be her first choice.

        “Let’s go to Kwong’s. We’ve been meaning to go back there anyway.” The last time they had tried, Mako had been arrested before they could.