I know you’re still kind of angry with me, and I know that there’s nothing I can really do to change that. But I would like it if you would come to my apartment for dinner tonight.
Bolin rolled over in bed, thinking all about his dream about his ex: Iroh. He…
Iroh disregarded the fact that Bolin had not replied to his note. He wasn’t sure, but Bolin couldn’t still be that angry with him could he? After all this dinner was obviously one of the many ways that Iroh had planned to say he was sorry and knowing Bolin, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to watch the general apologize.
So Iroh straightened his already spotless apartment, cleared his schedule for the next day, in hopes that the earth bender accepted his apology of course, and got to work on cooking. He wasn’t too familiar with how to cook Bolin’s favorite food, but he did know how to cook some amazing fire nation recipes that he had a feeling Bo would love.
The apartment was filled with the aroma of the food and irons stomach was just starting to grumble she he heard a soft knock at the door. He looked up from his stove and took a deep breath before taking his apron off and straightening his shirt.
He walked to the door and opened it, a sigh coming out as he gazed upon Bolin.
“I wasn’t sure you were going to come.” He said, stepping aside to let the younger man inside.