MangohGeckoh

“I dunno, sis. I am not much of a tea guy.” The guy next to the leader of the group said suspiciously. He had the same cappuccino hair color as the woman walking beside him. A striking blue strand in both of their dark hair. They were still a good distance away due to the decent sized dining room, and with Zuko being behind the counter, it was hard for him to make out faces clearly. Zuko couldn’t place it, but as the girl started to berate him, he felt as if he recognized her voice. Just as the group made their way through the dining room to the counter, the woman’s face became clear. “Oh hey! Zuko, right? I haven’t seen you since freshman year. How are you?” Katara. He knew her from when he was in pre-law. Zuko’s fake smile faltered at someone he knew before the accident recognizing him. He fought himself from having to run off into the kitchen with how fierce his emotions were starting to simmer. Memories of that night when the fight with his father took place tried to resurface. “You know him?” The boy that resembled her whispered not too quietly, but earned an elbow to the stomach. This snapped Zuko out of it. “I have been fine.” Zuko offered in response, Katara has always been nice to him, even before the accident. Though he was always a reserved person and wouldn’t tell her much else, he could tell that she was trying to keep her eyes from wandering to his eye covering, but the guy next to Katara didn’t try to hide his glances. Not wanting the silence to become awkward, Katara turned to the guy behind her. He was pale and wore what seemed to be loose fitting yoga clothes. “Aang, what would you like?” She asked the guy who Zuko now assumes to be Aang. He was preoccupied with reading the menu, his eyes squinting as if this was a serious choice. “I don’t know, Kat. What did you get last time?” “I believe I just got Matcha tea last time. But I think you would like Baojing Gold Tea.” She pointed to one of the items on the menu. Aang’s eyes twinkled. “Wow, is this actually imported?” He asked no one specifically but an all too happy Iroh chirped from the kitchen before anyone had the chance to answer. “Yes! From Hunan Baojing!”