Day Three: Motorcycle

Definitely AU. Usual Disclaimers Apply.

Katara was not a graceful woman when it came to motorcycles. She watched her father and brother fix the machines all day at their shop. It was something she never expressed interest in.

Until the day she met him.

He pulled his bike up and stopped in front of her father's store. She watched his athletic body get off the machine. He pulled off his black helmet and his bright orange biker coat. She watched him wipe his hands on his jeans, adjust his white converse sneakers, and walk to the desk she was sitting at.

She knew she looked like a mess. She was in her sweatpants, a gigantic hoodie she permanently borrowed from her brother, and her glasses kept sliding down her nose. She tossed her textbook to the side and watched him approach the desk. He looked around the shop, and Katara noticed a large burn scar on his eye.

She gazed at his almost regal face, and drew a breath in at his amber eyes. he nodded to her and turned his body back at his bike. "I heard this is the best shop in town."

"We try," her father's voice called out. She turned her head back and watched her father wipe his hands on a rag. He tossed it into the hamper he always kept near the desk and regarded the younger man with his arms crossed. "What can we do for you?"

the younger man began describing the job that he wanted done and Katara brought her textbook back into her lap. She started frowning at the page. She felt a presence near her and turned to see the younger man sitting next to her on a stool. He regarded her with a silent confidence.

"What are you reading?" he asked quietly. Katara held up the book. He cringed. "Taking intro to philosophy with Brennan, huh?"

She gazed at him dumbfounded. "How did you know that?"

"I'm a gender studies and anthropology major… Intro to philosophy was recommended," he stated with a shrug. She gazed at him with a stunned half smile on her face. He nodded. "Yeah. A lot of people as me if I'm an econ or government major."

She smiled. "Government… with a minor in philosophy. Maybe."

"Freshman?" he inquired. She nodded. He held his hand out. "Name's Zuko."

"Katara." She smiled and gazed at his bike. He looked back to where she was staring and grinned at her.

"She's the love of my life," he whispered conspiratorially. Katara regarded him with a raised eyebrow. He chuckled. "She's the first thing I earned on my own. My first expression of freedom."

Katara shook her head at him. He pointed to her book and began talking about certain philosophers. Katara began to debate with him and she heard her brother's light chuckle behind her. Katara turned and saw her brother approach them.

"Been a while, dude," Sokka said as he approached the other man. Zuko rose and shook Sokka's hand. "How's it been?"

Zuko smiled. "Good. Finished my internship last week. You?"

"Finished it yesterday. Moment it was over… I shouted with relief." Sokka grinned and looked at Katara. "You know, my sister never rode a bike before."

Zuko regarded her quietly. "Do you want to after it's done?"

Sokka winked at her and Katara looked at him in surprise. She nodded in response.

She fell in love on a motorcycle.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! See you tomorrow!