Ezekiel (Zeke's) POV
I took the longest shower of my entire 24 years of existence. I knew I should be rushing over to the training field, but I needed to look presentable–not like there was anything wrong with my look, but I just needed to leave an impression when Tracy saw me.
I spent the next thirty minutes trying to figure out what to wear. Everything I pulled out of my closet seemed either too casual or like I was trying too hard.
Zane wasn't helping either, as he always had a thing or two to say about any outfits I considered wearing.
After what felt like forever–which actually turned to a waste of precious time, one I clearly couldn't afford, I settled for the first pair of shirt and gym shorts I picked before.
“Can we go already,” Zane snapped irritatedly, like a second ago he
