”Stop whining and get your jacket.”

After your parents told you couldn’t attend a friends party, Ezra’s gaze softened as he handed you the keys to your car. After all, being a child of prominent mafia figures, bodyguards were anything from typical for you. But Ezra seemed to be somewhat apathetic to your emotions.

He leaned monotonously against the front door, waiting for you to change. He could sense that this party meant something to you, consequently, it was worth a little hassle.