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AN: ...I'm sorry. I posted the wrong document. This and the other are seperate entries. Which is probably why you've been so confused lately. Please forgive me.
Katara approached the counter to make their order, waiting for the young man to turn from the teapot to address her.
"Can I help you?" he said, distracted and not quite willing to be there.
She stared.
He took a good look at her and then stared back.
"You," he whispered, the word vanishing at the edge of his breath. Surprise reflected even in that jagged scar that surrounded his eye. Katara was too shocked to react. What was she supposed to do? Run? Call for help? (A water whip to the face could prove effective, she recalled.)
Instead she spoke:
"What are you doing here?" her voice held a steely edge, a reminder to him of their last fight.
"I could ask you the same thing," he said, his own tone ambiguous and even.
"I'm not letting you get your hands on Aang," she hissed quickly. He jerked slightly at the name, some unnamed force flickering behind his gold eyes, but the moment passed, and he shrugged it off.
"I didn't ask about him," he said at last.
"I'm warning you, Zuko." She felt the slightest pause.
"It's Lee now," he corrected. "Did you want something to drink?"
She shook her head and walked away from her old enemy, not sure whether to feel relieved or sad.