the sun was high overhead when they left class that day. barely a cloud was in sight, and everything was warm.
"what did you write about?" alex asked ezra.
his mouth went dry and he began tugging at the strap of his backpack. he was terribly distracted by her yellow sneakers. millions of possible places they had travelled overtook his mind. he knew so little about her, he could imagine her entire history, all that she had ever been, and there was nothing that could tell him otherwise.
"ezra?"
"sorry, what?" he raised his eyes to hers just as her lips parted in a laugh.
"your story. what was it about?"
"oh, um, well, it was many things, and it didn't make any sense, so."
"wow, ezra, that was so detailed! i feel like i have such a great grasp on your narrative now!" she giggled as ezra's eyes went wide; she was sarcastic. ezra hadn't pegged that as one of her characteristics. he shook his head quickly and rolled his eyes.
"it was nothing important, really. just mindless rambling." ezra glanced sideways at the girl beside him, ignoring the fluttery feeling in his tummy.
alex smiled at him, warmer than the sunlight. "if you say so."
a/n: just a teeny little scene. sorry so short, but i just came inside from painting and i'm hungry so:)
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