Ezra looked around as he parked on the curb and stepped out of the hovercar. The villa had been easy to notice on the street.
When Olivia had told him about the young, old man who looked like him, he had found it hard to believe here. Now, he was here to check things out for himself.
He strode to the gate and froze, almost stumbling. A teenager was walking out of the house with a duffel bag and he looked exactly like him.
That was how he looked when he was younger, albeit without the expensive clothing.
The young old man closed the door behind himself, turned and caught sight of Ezra. He froze, before laughing softly, his shock morphing into awe.
"Oh my God." He whispered. "I never thought I would see you in my lifetime."
What?
Ezra was brought back to reality by his words, frowning at him.
"Don't mind me." The young old man laughed, waving a hand. "Is that your car? How about we grab a cup of coffee."
