“Yes, I am, but it's not a romantic date or anything like that. It's an invitation to go out so we can talk because I really want to get to know you. We can even go to a public place like a coffee shop or anywhere you prefer.”
He had a visibly embarrassed expression on his face.
"I'm sorry-...?"
Being confused and concerned she looked at him with the a soft calm look. The male was inviting her out?
"I just metcha and already you decided to ask me out?"
“You seem interested in something more interesting than staring at your phone on the corner. Or am I mistaken? I want to invite you for coffee or maybe an dinner. We can go wherever you like so we can get to know each other better, even somewhere more private if you prefer.”
Zuko stopped mid-way on the crowded sidewalk, the city noise fading in the background as her words hit him. His eyes met hers directly, and a slow, crooked smile crept into the unscarred corner of her mouth. Heat rose to his skin at the way she looked at him without hesitation —>
Standing calmly at the corner hands on her mobile phone just browsin the web. Blue eyes fixated on the screen since reading other people's blogs was interesting. Especially if the paranormal was mentioned.
Her ears perked upon hearing a voice reach out to her when she turned -
of the street.
“I couldn't help it. You standing here like this... kind of makes it impossible to keep walking.”
Zuko tilted his head slightly, letting his eyes linger again with obvious interest, the scarred side of his face unable to hide the heat in his expression.
—>
lingering a moment longer than usual. The scarred side of her face was warmer than normal.
“It's hard not to notice you amidst all this chaos”
he said, his voice low and husky, cutting through the sounds of the street.
“"I'm Zuko. I'm new here.”
It was impossible to ignore her, the way the afternoon light played with her long red hair. A warmth rose to the nape of his neck as he approached, his hands tucked into his pockets. His gaze slowly swept over her figure before forcing its way back to her face —>
one moment he was chasing a strange spirit through the streets, the next he was standing in front of that particular door, drawn by a slight, warm spiritual pressure he couldn't ignore.
Then he knocked on the door, hoping someone would open it for him
Starter for @sexorhime
Zuko stood in front of the door, his arms crossed tightly over his broad chest, wearing a jacket, shirtless and casual shorts the color of the Fire Nation. He wasn't sure how he'd ended up there—>