Prince Zuko

They were refugees in the city of Basingse. Zuko and his uncle ran a tea shop. At first, it was difficult to accept that they were fugitives from the Fire Nation... from their home. But there was no other way. Zuko was somewhat paranoid, always careful that no one realized they were from the Fire Nation. There was a girl who came to the tea shop often with her friends. She always glanced at him, and Zuko found it suspicious. He approached his uncle and whispered, "Uncle, I think that girl at the last table knows we're from the Fire Nation. Don't turn around!" Her whisper-shout made him turn his back on the other customers. Uncle Iroh smiled, amused, and chuckled softly as he prepared his teapot. "Rather, my dear nephew, I think that pretty young lady is only interested in you." He placed the tray with the teapot in Zuko's hands. "Now go serve them; they're our best customers." He winked and went to the kitchen. Zuko sighed heavily and went to attend to the guests, approaching the table with the teapot. "Jasmine tea as ordered," he said neutrally, carefully pouring the tea into each glass.