AN: I'm going to challenge myself to do a different au/trope for these prompts.

Day One: First Meeting.

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"We're going to be late."

Curtis sighed as he kept his eyes on the road. "You're the one that made your date during rush hour."

Veronica fixed her lipstick in the passenger seat. "You're the grump that didn't wake up sooner."

"You called me twenty minutes before needing the ride."

Veronica stole a glance at his navy blue polo shirt. "And yet you still managed to dress like an adult."

"No thanks to you." He sighed. "I can see why Lance stopped giving you rides."

"Lance drives like he's using his feet." She smacked her lips together as she recapped her lipstick. "You know you can steal a right on a red light."

"Traffic's a little too fast."

"Oh come on Curt! My abuelita would have turned five times already!"

"You're grandmother's almost ninety."

"So what does that say about you, hmmm?"

Curtis shook his head. "Who dropped you as a baby?"

"Everyone probably." Veronica tapped the time screen on the dash. "We're running out of time. Steal after this car."

He lightly pushed her hand away from the steering wheel. "I can drive Roni."

"I'm still waiting to see it."

He started to turn. "This is the last time I'm - "

"Curtis!"

He slammed the breaks but he collided with the black motorcyclist. Veronica let out a muffled scream behind her hands as the black clad biker rolled along the hood of the car. He quickly put the car in park and hit his emergency lights. His heart was racing bad.

"Oh my god," Veronica breathed out before untangling herself from her seatbelt. "Oh my god!" she yelled out as she pointed at the biker's dislodged right shoulder. "You broke his arm Curt!"

"I-I am so sorry," Curtis stammered as he crouched down over the biker. "We'll call an ambulance, just stay down -"

"I'm fine," the man grunt from behind his helmet.

The biker sat up. The arm was twisted in the wrong direction.

"You broke his whole arm!" Veronica hollered.

"Sir," Curtis felt all the blood leave his face. "Please, stay down. The pain must be agonizing!"

The biker laughed and then flipped his visor up. "It was when I first lost the arm."

It took a couple of seconds for them to understand. But true comprehension came when the man easily twisted the limp limb and then popped it back in.

"It's a prosthetic." There was amusement in the man's gray eyes. "A really crappy one but it gets the job done."

Out of the corner of Curtis' eye he saw Veronica's form relax as she sat on the hood of the car.

"Oh," was all Curtis could think to say. "Well, I'm glad then. Not about losing it to begin with but that I didn't - you know -"

"Break my arm off?"

"Yeah," Curtis winced. "That."

The man flexed his right fingers and then nodded. "Well, not that this hasn't been fun but I need to go."

"Oh right. Uh, I'll pay any medical bills."

"No need." The biker waved it off before picking up his black cycle. "I'm the knucklehead that sped up all of a sudden."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

He checked his ride, mounted it, and then took off.

"Wow," Veronica said.

"Yeah," Curtis watched him ride a little further down the street.

"We're now completely late for our dates."

"We just hit somebody Roni. I think that takes priority over - " He frowned as her words caught up with his mind. "What do you mean we?"

"It's a double date," Roni walked back to the car. "Didn't I say that?"

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AN:

Priorities Veronica. XD Tropes I hit: A-sort-of-cute meet, the introduction of a blind date, Shiro riding a motorcycle.

Next up: First Date