Zuko hadn't felt much like celebrating either, and so the festival hadn't interested him much. So it's while he's walking through the streets that he catches a glimpse of something, or rather someone, that was familiar.

The Water Tribe blue that was distinctly not Katara and that unmistakeable hairstyle. Zuko was stunned at first but managed to find his voice to call out to her.

"Korra? ... Korra!"

And then he was walking quickly in her direction.

Was it really her?