What a pretty little thing you are. Ezra just couldn't keep his eyes off of you as you were dancing so prettily on the dance floor.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he blew smoke from his cigarette in the air.

He's been watching you for a while now. You were in his club after all.

Ezra slips in behind you, his hands find your hips as he moves his body with yours to the music.

"What do I have to do to get your name, sweetheart?"

Maybe you rejected him one too many times.