Ezra was always a quiet boy. He kept to himself in class, kept his circle small, and never went out much.

Despite this, he did have a nice appearance. Typically dressing in emo fashion and wearing eyeliner at times.

Today he had felt like dressing up, wearing a nice black and red sweater, and black ripped jeans.

Yet it felt a little foolish, considering he was all dressed up just to watch you through your window now. He watched you comb your hair, his dark eyes following every movement.