AN: This was originally my third drabble, but I figured I should post something happier. This is stupid, but enjoy, eh?
02. Market
Zuko growls, muttering foul swear words under his breath. He's never so much as met the boy he's cursing at the moment, but that doesn't matter.
She laughs at something the boy says, and he feels his palms heat up.
It's a market, he reminds himself. She's just buying some food. She doesn't even know the guy.
So why is he so jealous?
The boy touches her hand as she laughs. He can feel the fire building up in his hands. Who did this nobody think he was, to flirt with her?
Finally, he stomps over to her. He stands behind her, and places his hot palms on her shoulders.
"Are you done yet?" He asks gruffly. She turns her head, slightly exasperated, then smiles at him.
"Yeah," she says. She pays the boy and says goodbye. He looks disappointed, like he's going to call out after her. But she's already walking away, and Zuko is leading her with his arm wrapped around her shoulder.
"Hey!" The boy calls. She doesn't hear, but Zuko takes the opportunity to turn around and gives the boy the nastiest death-glare he can manage. The boy jumps and turns around, terrified.
She walks on, chattering on about who-knows-what, completely oblivious. He smirks, and pulls her the tiniest bit closer.