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(S3, E7) A TERRORIST ATTACK ON ANTHONY GOMEZ

🇮🇹 Emery's POV (The next day in Rome, the hotel)

I peeked at my watch and sighed annoyed all the time leaning against the windowsill. However, after a while I finally heard opening door.

Emery: Ugh, it took forever! - I groaned exhausted and moved on.

Ezra: You've got to be kidding me - He stood on the threshold and put his hands on his hips when he saw me - You know what? No. I'm not going to make the same mistake for... - He started closing his door again.

Emery: No! - I laughed, ran to the door and grabbed the handle from the outside - You go jogging with me, I don't give a fuck.

Ezra: No - He tried to close the door but I blocked it even more - Seriously? - He looked annoyed at me and my foot - I'll crush your minion foot.

Emery: Hey, I don't have a minion foot - I took offense, crossed my arms and looked down with my narrowed eyes.

Ezra: Of course you have - He looked down too and smirked - What's your shoe size? 34?

Emery: Pf, no? - I looked at him annoyed.

Ezra: Seriously? - He looked at me, smirked again and crossed his arms. 

Emery: Even if then what? - I shrugged and rolled my eyes - Children's shoes are much cheaper, you know. Why? Jealous? - I smirked and started slightly waving with my foot.

Ezra: Anyway - He shook his head, slightly coughed and grabbed the door handle from the inside again - Like I said, I'm not going to... - He started closing the door again.

Emery: Ugh! You're coming with me - I groaned annoyed, grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room.

Ezra: Have you ever heard about something like a "comfort zone"? - He slapped my hand away from his with his other hand and looked at me angrily.

Emery: Yes - All the time I'm pulling him behind me.

Ezra: It means... - He said a bit louder and as if he started to talk to some person who doesn't speak English - You... - He touched my shoulders and he took a few steps forward with me - Here and I... - He started taking steps back to his room - Here - He said slowly and started pointing at the door behind him with his thumbs.

Emery: Oh, come on! - I laughed, ran to him and grabbed his arm - Messing with you during the jogging is much better for me than listening to the music.

Ezra: Good for you, but I'll pass... - He mumbled angrily and tried to release from my grip again - Jogging is an individual sport.

Emery: This is a sport that we both like and we're doing it together from the very beginning - I smiled all the time walking with him - Besides, you still need to train me.

Ezra: Oh, no, no, no, no - He released from my grip and turned back to walk into his room again - No, no and no.

Emery: Yes - I turned back and followed him again - Of course you will train me again. Yesterday, I was completely hopeless and...

Ezra: Lalalalalalala... - He put his hands on his ears and started singing loudly.

Emery: How stubborn you are! - I ran to stand in front of him and block his way - A few days ago our training didn't work out, so...

Ezra: I can't hear you! - He shouted all the time having his hands on his ears and having his eyes closed - It's a music for my ears! - He smiled.