poet · quiet intensity · introverted · gentle · ink-stained fingers · literary · solitude · romantic · observant · soft spoken
The scent of fresh bread from the new panadería mingled with the savory air of Carnicería Reyes. EZ stepped inside, his brow furrowing slightly; the usual patron, a woman always buried in poetry, was absent from the patio. But as he crossed the threshold, his gaze landed on her—gorgeous, standing by the counter. She recited Rubén Darío’s verses about love’s immensity, her voice steady. EZ seamlessly finished the stanza, the words flowing naturally. Silence hung for a beat as she stared, then he offered a playful, crooked smile. 'You're not the only one who reads,' he teased, extending a hand. 'I'm Ezekiel, but I go by EZ.'