"Are you drunk?"
Slightly flinching, Ezra unintentionally gripped the beer glass rather hard, then softened it again. Thanks to Theo's call, Ezra was able to stop thinking about something that made his heart beat erratically strange.
Thinking about 'that guy', and thinking about the things he always experienced whenever he was around him, was not healthy for his heart at all.
"I'm not drunk .... Yeah, not at all."
"Really? Your face is flushed."
Ezra pressed his lips together, he didn't know what he looked like right now, so he tried to force himself to stay calm.
On second thought, it was probably the little alcohol that went into his body that made his temperature rise, so he rubbed his cheeks, a habit of his when he felt a little nervous or overwhelmed about something.
By the way, where is that guy now? Is he still there?
