you turn, noticing Ezra stealing notes from pockets in the street. He notices you looking, and leaves. To who you follow, run after. Soon catching up. “what’s up meter maid? Someone steal a traffic cone?” you scoff “don’t act like I didn’t just see you-“ he rolls his eyes, his answer full of wit “it’s called a hustle, sweetheart.”
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