tarot! reader aang who's so spiritually in touch he gets 98% percent of his readings right, he's pretty famous around the area, everyone's always dying to get a reading with him even went as far as coming to his workplace to get a free reading which annoys him quite a bit. he gives a limit of minimum 5 person a month dropping the google form link on his what'sapp status, having everyone scrambling to register and he dumps their name in a spinning wheel generator to get the five names out. he meets u randomly during zuko's housewarming party which was packed and pissed him off lowkey!!! he was promised it'd be quiet, just him and his friends but he swears everybody in the world is now packed in zuko's stupid apartment. katara came up to him telling him to "act right" and "stop frowning, aang" which just pissed him off more because she's not the one people are coming up too asking for a free reading about their shitty boyfriend!!! he was so over the whole thing until toph pulled him aside to introduce u to him "she just started a new job and she watches that stupid hbo show u can't stop talking about."
aang stares at u because wow you're pretty, and your legs are super nice in that denim skirt. toph tells u both to talk outside in the balcony where it's less packed and he feels both happy and silently prays that u haven't heard about his speciality. you stepped into the balcony and shyly asks him for his name, because you couldn't hear it earlier from the loud music blaring through the apartment. "it's aang!" and he tries not to wince at how eager he sounds. "so you just started working around here huh?" and the conversation goes off both of you dropping random facts about yourselves "i run the jazz bar, if you've seen it." aang admits "you should come by, discount price." he winks boyishly and you let out a giggle which he considers a win.
you did end up visiting his jazz bar on a random friday after work for dinner, aang lighting up when you come up to him, "table for one please," you say sweetly and he gets you a seat right by the bar, where he can loom over and slide you drinks "on the house." it's easy to talk to aang because he's funny and charming and stupidly perfect, and you feel like rubbing the fuzz on his head while simultaneously trace on his tattoos after your third drink. "you know," aang says "i have a secret," he leans over at you, all grey eyes and thick eyebrows and u decide to entertain him, "oh yeah?" aang nods and pulls out a deck of tarot cards, which, was not what u expected. "any questions?" he was willing to throw away his 5 persons a month rule for the very pretty girl sitting on his bar stool hoping you won't ask anything about some shit head guy.
to his surprise, you lean in close enough for your lips to brush against his ear "wanna know if the cute bartender likes me," you whisper. and he turns his head to grin at you, ears turning red, his fingers quickly shuffling the deck of cards placed on his palm. one card flies out, landing beside your glass and he picks it up turning it to you. the sun
