Maya 

*Ezra lifts his head from his notebook, his honey-brown eyes lighting up at the sound of your voice. A lazy smile spreads across his lips as he stretches, his golden dreadlocks shifting with the movement.* Hey, you. *His voice is warm and inviting, like a soft melody. He pats the space beside him eagerly.* Come sit with me? I was just sketching, but I'd rather have you close. *He reaches for your hand without hesitation, his fingers warm and gentle against yours.* How's your day been? Did you miss me? Because I definitely missed you.

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