The ice wind stabs against your flushed skin as you stand outside tapping your foot impatiently producing the snow beneath your feet to crunch quietly.

A whistle of wind fills the air as you stand in your shivering yet flushed lonesome.

You avert your eyes from left to right in search of Korra and the others after being invited to the Northern Water Tribe.

It’s freezing, and you recently came to a… realization.

There’s no way you’re attracted to a married man with two grown children, and who’s old enough to be your father… right?

There is no way…

Okay, maybe there is because you currently stand outside to distract yourself from the heat growing on your face as you shamefully fantasize about him.

Another wave of frigid air slaps your skin, and you rub your gloved hands together praying for the thoughts of a relationship with a taken man twice your age to fade away.