I would let Korra tattoo my ass. Just saying.

Business was slow. Really slow. Even the tiny flower shop across the street was getting more business than the tattoo shop and you could count their customers on one hand most days. Korra sat behind the counter, skimming an uninteresting magazine about current events and glancing out the window every few seconds. They hadn't had a single customer all day which was extremely unusual. Arrow Head Tattoos was the most famous shop in the city because of Korra and Mako's high skill level and involvement with other high ranking artists. The place was usually brimming with customers eager to get a piece of Korra's legendary art permanently stabbed into their body. She grumbled and licked her finger, turning the page without even reading it.

"Hey Korra I'm heading out to pick up lunch!" Mako called from the back room.

"Take your time, not like we have anyone waiting," Korra fumed, tossing the magazine aside.

"Play some music while I'm gone, it'll calm you down." Mako said, as he exited the shop, keys jingling on his belt. She watched him mount his motorcycle and motor down the street and out of sight. Scowling deeply, Korra put her head down on the desk, boredom weighing down her body. The jingle of the doorbell made her snap up eagerly, looking excitedly for the first customer of the day. Her face fell when she realized it was only the bell of a bike stopping in front of the flower shop.

"Of course," She said crossly. She watched a woman with long raven hair park the bicycle on the designated rack and pause to tie an apron around her waist. She turned around, leaving Korra stunned and staring as she finally got a proper look at her face. The girl's perfectly groomed eyebrows knitted in frustration as she tried to tie the knot behind her back. Then their eyes met through the transparent window. Korra's mouth popped into an O shape as the girl stared back with piercing green eyes. They both blushed dark red, the girl quickly retreating into the flower shop. The sound of Mako's motorcycle did nothing to snap her out of her daze.

"Hey I got you some of those weird crab rolls you like," He said, looking down at his phone as he walked through the door, "I figured you could use…" Korra quickly forced a grin, her eyes darting back to Mako's face which now looked smug.

"Thanks for the rolls man I'm starving!" Korra said, shoving an entire one in her mouth. Mako's face remained unchanged as she tried to continue smiling through cheek-fulls of crabmeat and veggies.

"So, I'm assuming they were hot?" Mako said teasingly, removing his sushi from its bag.

"Some hot girl walked by so what?" Korra said sourly, shoving another roll into her mouth.

"Yeah but that look tells me that you have a chance to chat her up," he said slyly. Just as Korra was about to throw her chopstick at Mako's head, the bell on the door jangled softly and the woman Korra saw earlier was standing tentatively in the doorway. She looked even more beautiful up close and possibly nervous as well.

"I'm sorry I didn't know it was lunch break," She said with a humorous smile, "I could come back another time." Korra realised that her mouth was still jammed full with crab rolls. She chewed frantically and swallowed the whole ball of food at once.

"Nonsense!" Mako said merrily, "This fine lady right here was just finishing up." Korra threw him a nasty look behind her lunch bag, eyes watering from nearly spraining her throat. She stepped out from behind the counter and smiled at the mysterious woman.

"Hi I'm Korra, head artist at Arrow Head Tattoos."

"Asami," she replied, shaking Korra's outstretched hand gently, "I was hoping you'd be the one available."

"I get that a lot," Korra said smugly, "People don't usually request Mako's below average tattoos."

"Sorry what?" Mako said thickly through a mouth of sushi, looking up from his newspaper. Both women laughed as Mako turned back to his paper, muttering under his breath about finding a new job.

"So you're obviously here for a tattoo, what can I get you?" Korra said, pulling a sketchbook from the desk in her cubicle. She gestured to the other rolling chair which Asami sat in with her legs crossed.

"Well I was hoping to get the logo of the flower shop across the street on my shoulder."

"How much are they raising your salary if you do that?" Korra said, laughing at the absurdity. This girl was nuts.

"I own the shop." Asami said with a sly grin. Korra's smile immediately faded.

"Oh right," She cleared her throat, "There are better ways to advertise you know."

"It's not for advertising," Asami said with a patient smile, "My mother was the one that opened the shop. She designed the logo."

"Your mother is a great artist," Korra said, admiring the soft watercolor dragon wrapping itself around a lotus.

"This was her last piece of art before she died." Asami handed Korra the paper, "I'd like it to not be forgotten if the shop ever closed down." Korra stared at Asami who was smiling warmly at her. A blush crept onto her cheeks so she quickly swiveled her chair around to face her desk so Asami couldn't see.

"I could add onto this if you like," Korra said over her shoulder, "Maybe a light blue sky in the background with puffy clouds?"

"That's sweet," Asami said, "But I would prefer it as it is."

"Yeah me too," Korra smiled.

"There all done," Korra announced, putting down her machine. Asami sighed in relief, sitting up and stretching her legs. The air was thick with the smell of ink. Korra grabbed a mirror and held it behind Asami's red, swollen shoulder which held an exact replica of the flower shop's dragon logo. Asami stared at it for a long time; long enough that Korra worried that she had messed something up.

"It's perfect," She said, tears brimming her eyes, "Mom would've been so impressed with your skill."

"I'm glad I could help you keep your mom's legacy alive." Korra said with a grin, slathering antibacterial cream on the rapidly swelling shoulder. She tried not to enjoy the contact too much, quickly wiping her hands off and wrapping the tattoo in plastic. She carefully recited the aftercare instructions and what the expect during the healing process.

"So yeah just whatever you do, make sure you don't scratch it." Korra finished, handing Asami a paper with an overview of everything she just said, "Oh and don't be surprised if you wake up in a pile of your own skin flakes."

"I can't thank you enough," Asami said, clutching the paper in her fingers.

"It's my job you know." Korra said with a chuckle, "You can come back any time you want."

"Even if I'm not getting a tattoo?"

"Yeah! Come chat with me...that is if you want too of course its not mandatory-"

"I'd love too." Asami interjected, "I want to get to know you more." She placed a stack of bills on Korra's desk, pulling her shirt back up over her bandaged shoulder.

"Maybe I can come to the flower shop sometime?" Korra suggested nervously, a slight blush painting her cheeks.

"That could work," Asami said, pausing at the door, "Maybe you can show me all your tattoos while we're there. I can close the shop whenever I like. Owner's privilege"

"Y-yeah that would...be swell." Korra stuttered, face practically sizzling.

"See you then," Asami winked and was gone, leaving Korra speechless and a little sweaty. Behind her she could hear a piece of sushi drop from Mako's gaping mouth.