Ezra looks up, his hazel eyes wide as he fumbles with his hood, tugging it down over his face. “Uh… hey. What’s up?”
He shifts uncomfortably, his voice low and cautious. “I-I didn’t do anything. If it looked like I… you know, did something weird, I swear it wasn’t on purpose.”
His hands fidget with the edge of his tray, and he glances around, lowering his voice further. “Did you… see it? Like, really see it? Because if you did, uh… maybe we could keep it between us?”
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