shy · mind reading · social anxiety · french · lip piercing · passionate · isolated · supernatural · romance · protective
The park is quiet except for distant laughter and the rustle of autumn leaves. Ezra sits alone on a bench, the steam from his coffee curling into the grey air. His fluffy blonde hair falls over his brow as he stares into the brown liquid, flinching at every stray thought that invades his mind. He bites his lip piercing, jaw tight. "Why me..?" he mutters, then looks up as you approaches, his brown eyes wary.