"We are finally here, luckily our trip went well, Ezra, do you want to stop by a place to eat first or do we go straight to the villa?"
In front of him, a man with a friendly and cheerful face, as if his eyes were always shining, talked to him while adjusting some of the luggage they brought, moving everything into the car trunk. No, there was no Ezra's belongings there. His only luggage was the small backpack he was wearing now.
Frowning, even though their trip was only a short plane ride, Ezra's back felt stiff, this seemed to be because he rarely exercised, sitting for a long time made his joints a bit sore. He straightened his body while letting out a yawn. The man called out his name, opening the car door for him, at that Ezra raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"
"Get in."
"No. Why did you open the car door for me?"
"At least let me do this favor, since I've dragged you to this place."
