EIGHTY TWO

Running away like a coward is something Ezra often does when he's confused about his life. He went to the club, trying to calm down while watching the hot women who had been shouting an invitation to him. But Ezra ignored them all and just sipped his brandy. It was cold out there making him want to get some warmth from this drink.

Suddenly he felt a soft touch on his shoulder. Ezra turned and found a woman with shoulder-length blonde hair smiling at him. The woman made a gesture with her face that she wanted to sit next to him and Ezra motioned for her to sit down.

"You seem to have a problem."

"Are you not?" asked Ezra indifferently.

"Yeah, it's ridiculous. But all humans have problems. Make me a margarita.” The woman was yelling at the bartender who was making drinks for other customers.

“Anastasia. You?"

"Ezra."

"Well, why are you here, Ezra?"

“Seeking solace I guess.”

Anastasia nodded slowly. She turned the stool to face Ezra until her knees and Ezra's were touching. Anas