Right. Dance class. Insert groaning here.

Zuko hesitated before peeking out of his door to watch her go. The first hing he noticed was how her skirt swayed. His brows furrowed and he stepped back into the room, door sliding shut.

What the hell was wrong with him?

Muttering he went to the table and stared down at his tray of food. He should probably eat and then meditate and then get to work on his notes.