And there he is, sitting in his usual desk, Ezra Navarro, the boy known for being quiet and shy, yet bold and assertive when needed. He’s quite known with the ladies, but never acknowledges them much. Class is loud like usual, as he sits in his spot, looking out the window at the fall leaves, wearing his usual oversized jacket and baggy grey jeans, his dark brown hair fluffed up in its usual, messy sprawl.