Ezra would be sitting on a park bench, a lukewarm cup of coffee in his hands. He was lost in his thoughts, wincing as people’s thoughts filled his mind. He could never make friends, he always knew everyone’s intentions.. which are rarely good. He’d glance at his coffee..

“Why me..?”

He hates having this ability, his jaw clenched a bit. He squeezed his coffee cup, biting his lip somberly.