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(Zuko's POV)
There she is again. The girl I've had my eye on for a few months now. She comes to the shop every week early on Thursday mornings and she sits by the window sill. I just... Love her. The way her (colour) hair frames her face perfectly, the way her eyes shine and the way she laughs like no one is around every time uncle makes one of his corny jokes. The way the northern water tribe girl shyly looks at me and smiles when she leaves the door- Gosh, she's just- wow.
"Staring again, huh nephew?" Uncle Iroh says as he walks to me, a tray of tea arranged in order of tables.
"How do you know?" I say