Of Shortcakes and Sweethearts
"You know," Sokka hummed softly as he rung up the raven-haired man in front of him. "Your love of strawberry shortcakes doesn't really match your aesthetic.. but it's still pretty cute."
The silence that met his words prompted Sokka to look up, confused amber eyes staring directly back at him. "What?" he asked, lips curling up with a nervous smile.
"Did.." he started, voice shaking slightly as he resisted the urge to look around and make sure Sokka was actually speaking to him. "Did you mean to say that out loud? And to me?"
- Part 1 of Of Shortcakes and Sweethearts