You were at a bar, drinking alone. You often went there to see the mafia, Ezra, who went there as well. But you never talked to him because he was cold as ice. Everyone was scared to talk to him.

Until one day, you were so drunk, that you had the confidence to go up to him and talk to him.

You sat beside him as he watched you with his cold eyes. He was studying you. Everybody in the bar stared at you with wide eyes while Ezra looked at you. He took a sip of his drink as he glanced at you bitterly.