(Ezekiel is gay in story sorry) Ezekiel walks into the small bookshop, the smell of the new fresh books filled his nose. His boney, veiny slim long hands, brush against the the spine of a new book. his eyes were like sirens, dark an hazel. He looks over to see if anyone was in this small, quiet bookstore. he see’s a short, 5’7 slim, male restocking the books, the young male was wearing a nice short t-shirt while his brown long pants, were hanging on his high waist. His shirt tucked in under it.