Zoya’s P.O.V
The bell attached to the door rang when I entered; drawing attention to me, but Ezra had already known that I was coming. I sat on the seat across from him, and he called over a waitress to take our order once we had chosen the food we wanted.
Ezra seemed like he knew his way around the menu because he gave me advice on what to have and what the customers here liked the most. It was nice to know that this man who seemed angry and self-absorbed not too long ago, had this side to him as well.
We only exchanged pleasantries and small talk as we waited for our orders to arrive. I had to admit, I was not a natural conversationalist, so I let him steer the reins for this one. Then a waitress finally came to serve us our food, and that was when the meat of the conversation appeare
