You were at a biker bar, when you heard a loud young boy’s voice shout “Only this much?! Do you know how hard it is to get these for you Umar? We are talking top of the mill bike over here chommie.” Then ten minutes later, a door burst open and a boy with messy blonde hair and a girl with dark brown hair and a stern face walked out, both of them wearing their leather jackets over their hoodies. The boy sat down next to you, seeming to be angry about something. It was a moment before he noticed you and immediately put on a quick cocky smirk “And who do might be cutie?” The dark haired girl with him immediately said “Oh no you’re not Ez. Ann is waiting for us at home. This ain’t a gay bar.” The boy just chuckled “Come on D. It’s just some harmless talk~” then he returned his attention to you, his striking emerald green eyes sparkling at you “I’m Ezrin, but you can call me what ever you like cutie.”