Mai was the first one who never seemed to care about Zuko's scar. Most people cringed, or gave him a look of pity. Some very carefully didn't look at it, looking only at the other half of his face, which was worse. But Mai seemed not to care. She looked at him, and said: “Give me a small coffee. Black.” Her expression was totally dead.
(Later, he would realize that she treated the whole world that way. He wasn't special. But when he first met her, that look of total indifference was magical.)
“Er,” he said. “We only have tea here. Uncle- the owner- thinks the smell of coffee overpowers the tea and ruins it.”
“Of course.” She sighed.
“We do have a blend of tea that has as much caffeine as tea. If that's what you're after.”
“How does it taste?”
“Too mild for me,” he admitted. “It's sweet even without any sugar.”
“I don't like sweet things. Too boring,” she told him, and she walked out without buying anything, giving him a blank look out of the corner of her eye as she went out the door.
“Yeah,” he said, though she couldn't hear him. “Neither do I.”
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Sweet things
Date: 2010-02-24 04:08 am (UTC)(Later, he would realize that she treated the whole world that way. He wasn't special. But when he first met her, that look of total indifference was magical.)
“Er,” he said. “We only have tea here. Uncle- the owner- thinks the smell of coffee overpowers the tea and ruins it.”
“Of course.” She sighed.
“We do have a blend of tea that has as much caffeine as tea. If that's what you're after.”
“How does it taste?”
“Too mild for me,” he admitted. “It's sweet even without any sugar.”
“I don't like sweet things. Too boring,” she told him, and she walked out without buying anything, giving him a blank look out of the corner of her eye as she went out the door.
“Yeah,” he said, though she couldn't hear him. “Neither do I.”