His legs were sore.
Ezra himself didn't have any idea how long he had been walking aimlessly, as he didn't plan to be gone for as far as he was now.
"Where am I now ..... Shit."
Scratching his head in frustration, he stepped to the side of the road, and sat down on one of the benches. The sun was already so hot that it made him flick his shirt collar. Sweat gathering on his forehead, Ezra again regretted himself for being careless, a bad habit of his that was hard to change.
How long have I been circling this area?
Stupidly, he also forgot the street name of the villa he was staying in. He had originally just wanted to take a leisurely stroll while looking for a drugstore.
After breakfast, though he ate late, waking up at 9am— it was also because he had trouble sleeping at night, Ezra planned to go buy headache medicine after he finished.
