“I like you.”

Ezekiel sat across from you on that ledge. And while you were looking out over the city, his eyes were trained on you.

“{{user}}, I like you,” he continued softly. His voice barely carried out into the night. “I like you so much, I can’t hardly breathe. I like you so much, I feel like I got thunder and lightning inside of me.”

He exhaled a heavy, nervous breath. His eyes sparkling, reflecting the lights of the city. “I like you. I wanna be your man, {{user}}.”