He knows better than to send a text like that to Billie, but Ezra clearly can't help himself when it comes to her. Though the message objectively sounds jealous, the male can't say that he is. In fact, the only thing he was thinking about during his interview was how he could get Billie alone again. Monte just isn't part of his equation anymore, though it is intriguing that she continues to pursue him.

Part of Ezra wonders what that guy has that he doesn't. His mind remains stuck on the way she looked at Monte in comparison with how she looks at him. Truthfully, he knows she doesn't like Ezra one bit. In fact, she probably hates him. Maybe that's the difference.

But he could work with that.

What he couldn't work with is her falling for someone else, not when he hasn't gotten a chance to compete properly against this guy. So, he waits patiently for her to respond, and he's confident she will. So much so that he already has a cocky grin plastered on his face when his phone dings.

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠?

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚐
𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢?

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎. 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚝.

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑?

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍'𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎
𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚒'𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍
𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚒'𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎

He wants to avoid a conversation about the details of the interview as much as possible, although they'll be online by the end of this week. The interviewer had asked about a dozen questions regarding Madison and her upcoming album rather than Grand Motel's tour, and it set Ezra off. He had been so uncouth that the interview was cut short after the conversation drifted far too close to the evening he had been desperately trying to keep under wraps.

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍?

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚗, 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎?

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎?

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚘?

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑
𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚗𝚘, 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠?

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎.

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘? 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚒'𝚖 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚊𝚖, 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚒?

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚒'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚒 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜?

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚗𝚘, 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝. 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍.

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎. 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚢, 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖?

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚗𝚘. 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜.

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚜𝚘, 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗?

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒'𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞?
𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚋?

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚓𝚘𝚋

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚘𝚑, 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕?

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍. 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎.

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚎𝚣𝚛𝚊

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚘𝚑, 𝚌𝚖𝚘𝚗. 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎.

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚠𝚎'𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝
𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎?

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

There's a lull in their texting that nearly makes his heart stop. Ezra isn't exactly sure if he's opened Pandora's box by allowing her to ask whatever she wants in return for an honest answer. Yet, he's so wrapped up in trying to keep her on the phone that he'd do just about anything to get a few more words out of her.

𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴: 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚖𝚎?

He stares blankly at his phone screen, unsure of how to dissect those two words. Ezra is trying to decode what she means by them, though he has an inkling that it has to do with him being generally insufferable with everyone but her as of late. It's clear to her that he treats her somewhat different than the rest, and, truthfully, Ezra isn't prepared to answer why. Maybe it's because he doesn't even know.

𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗
𝙴𝚉𝚁𝙰: 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎

He sucks in a breath in anticipation for her reply, placing  his phone on his chest in an attempt to collect his thoughts. He can't remember the last time he's been so honest with someone.

As his phone dings once more, Ezra lets out the air trapped in his chest and prepares himself for her answer. His calloused hands reach for his phone, and his stomach drops.

𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙽: 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛?