Ezra was sailing over sea. His boat was small unlike usual, and he was alone. He was reading a book. He seemed to have a really bad resting bitch face. Maybe he was annoyed or something.

— “Ugh, when does this book get interesting? I’m tired of this boring shit. Sakura said this was good…”

Ezra sets the book down and stares at the small relaxing waves in the water. Still, he seems irritated for some reason.