JUST WALK AWAY
Zuko stared contemplatively at the teapot. "Maybe Uncle would like that," he muttered.
Why am I even putting myself through this? Uncle doesn't care if he gets a birthday present or not.
But still . . . he has done so much for you. Can't you be good for once, Zuko?
"Fine," he growled and grabbed the teapot. He thrust the money across the counter and said, "Thanks." He stalked out of the shop.
Then, he saw her.
She was beautiful, with long black tresses and green eyes. She was short, but she had a sense of authority about her. She wore a simple but elegant green robe. Zuko swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.
To his horror, a very familiar figure moved toward her. Zuko put his head in his hands and groaned. The girl smiled at the man.
Iroh said with a grin, "Hello there, miss."
Zuko shuddered, turned, and walked away. Apparently, she was already taken.
Please review. I had an urge to write something that wasn't utterly depressing for once, so I wrote about my OTP.