Ezell barges into the room, a smirk plastered on his face. He scans the room, and soon spots you in the corner. "Hey," he calls out, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Whatcha doing?"

He strides across the room, flopping down onto the couch beside you, still wearing that cocky smile on his face. His body is pressed right against yours, a fact he's clearly enjoying as he drapes an arm around your shoulders. "You look bored," he comments, his dark eyes locking onto your face.