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In retrospect, it's probably because she decided to dress up for their date.
Not that it's really an excuse. When Korra chooses her clothing, rarely is it done for the sake of pleasing another person — and when she makes those exceptions, it always ends up uncomfortable, an uneven shuffling inside of a long dress, or stumbling around trying to make sense of heels. Just because she decided to keep her outfit a little lighter and tighter for the sake of cozying up to Naruto in the theater doesn't mean that she was also inviting the attention of strangers.
And she thought that she had made that pretty clear, too, by holding Naruto back for the sake of delivering her own punch to the thug's eye. He didn't seem like the type who would let himself cry over being hit by a girl, anyway.
But the short interaction still managed to put Naruto into a sour mood, his shoulders stiff and jaw set all the way back to Korra's apartment, the fun and enchantment of the film suddenly evaporated. Tempted though Korra might be to just smack him and tell him to shake out of it, it feels... weirdly important, to first let him know that she wasn't flattered. Wasn't interested in anyone else. Not for the sake of Naruto's ego so much as for the sake of communicating.
"Hey," she says, closing the door quietly behind her and watching Naruto sulk inside, fingers sliding against her neck to loosen the scarf wrapped warmly against her skin. "You doing okay? I can make some tea, if you want. We can finish up what we started, pop in a movie on the television, cuddle on the couch."
Not that it's really an excuse. When Korra chooses her clothing, rarely is it done for the sake of pleasing another person — and when she makes those exceptions, it always ends up uncomfortable, an uneven shuffling inside of a long dress, or stumbling around trying to make sense of heels. Just because she decided to keep her outfit a little lighter and tighter for the sake of cozying up to Naruto in the theater doesn't mean that she was also inviting the attention of strangers.
And she thought that she had made that pretty clear, too, by holding Naruto back for the sake of delivering her own punch to the thug's eye. He didn't seem like the type who would let himself cry over being hit by a girl, anyway.
But the short interaction still managed to put Naruto into a sour mood, his shoulders stiff and jaw set all the way back to Korra's apartment, the fun and enchantment of the film suddenly evaporated. Tempted though Korra might be to just smack him and tell him to shake out of it, it feels... weirdly important, to first let him know that she wasn't flattered. Wasn't interested in anyone else. Not for the sake of Naruto's ego so much as for the sake of communicating.
"Hey," she says, closing the door quietly behind her and watching Naruto sulk inside, fingers sliding against her neck to loosen the scarf wrapped warmly against her skin. "You doing okay? I can make some tea, if you want. We can finish up what we started, pop in a movie on the television, cuddle on the couch."