How grateful

Suddenly I notice Ezra leaning against a building. His arms are crossed and I can't help but smile. He looks adorable with his glasses on, and even though he tries to hide it I can still see him blushing slightly.

I guess he noticed me watching him since he immediately snaps his head in my direction and begins waving at me happily. I wave back excitedly, thinking to myself that I'll definitely tease him about this later, but for now I'm happy.

I walk over to him and grab his arm, leading him somewhere where we won't be disturbed.

Once we arrived we sat down on a bench and Ezra took off his glasses and placed them safely in the pocket of his jacket.

"What did you need to talk to me about?" He asked after looking up at me.

I sighed, wondering how I should phrase this.

"About yesterday... I'm so sorry." I apologize.

"Oh come on Alessia, you're not to blame, I'm the one who brought this up." He protests.

"Still, I'm the one who said it. If I hadn't started talking about it you wouldn't