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Zuko entered the room and caught her digging through his private desk. No words were spoken, merely one raised eyebrow and a pair of widened eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re looking for your birthday present aren’t you?”
“Sorry.”
Her face was burning and Katara just wished that Zuko would walk out right now and pretend that this never happened.
“Sorry, but it’s not there.”
Her face burned hotter and his smirk grew.
“Better luck next time.”
He left the room there, leaving it at that, and Katara made a noise in the back of her throat and slammed the drawer shut.