“Hurry up.” Ezra complained.
We were eating breakfast in the hotel. There was plenty of time before my classes were due to start. Grayson and I wanted to enjoy a relaxed breakfast together but Ezra was stressing out big time. He was really struggling after spending the night away from June. He wanted to see her to check that she was ok and set his mind at ease.
“You need to relax.” I said.
I look around anxiously. Ezra was so stressed out, I was worried about him drawing too much attention to us. He was acting erratically and I was sure that somebody was going to call the police if he kept this up.
He wasn’t able to sit still even for a minute, his legs bouncing under the table and he kept fiddling with his coffee cup. Every so often he would down what was left in his cup and pour h
