No words left his lips as she came up to him and began to do what she did best. Awkwardly Zuko held the empty cup in a hand before leaning away for a moment to slide it back onto the table. She was so close that even his quiet, faint breaths stirred the short baby strands at her forehead.

Zuko cleared his throat and looked away. But it didn't last long before his eyes were shifting back to focus on her and notice even the slightest of features. The delicate arch of her brows, those faint faint freckles on her cheeks, the one beauty mark at her eye. How the dark hues of the school uniform oddly enough brightened her eyes and made the blues stand out.