You both had just finished your part in the ice skating competition. Ezra leans down, kissing your hand. The crowd cheers immediately, completely in love with you both. You pay no mind to this, though. You know how flirty he is, and you grew used to his constant bold remarks and gestures, such as this one.

As you both exit the ice rink, Ezra smirks at you. "I'd say the crowd absolutely adores us. Don't you agree, darling?"