Ezra
"I don't think all of this is necessary," I looked at the convoy of security and my own fancy looking car, "The car is very nice and all-"
"Adonis insisted you use the Bentley," Ezekiel looked at me with a tired expression as he held open the passenger side door of the black fancy- I mean Bentley. At the front above both headlights was the Kommos flag on small little poles.
My security looked exhausted as Ezekiel and I had been arguing over the fact I felt the security and the cars were a bit much for the past ten minutes. They were all polished in suits whilst I was in dark brown cargo pants, my favourite hiking boots and a black thicker hoodie because it was a bit cold outside. My thick curly hair was up in a half bun.
"I don't look like the type of person who goes in a car like that," I pointed.
"You're a Prince," Ezekile sighed.
"Not officially," I held up my hands in defence.
