HARLEM
Unpacking in my room, I get a knock on the door and go to open it. We finished dinner about an hour ago and mom finally let us go because she thought we would be exhausted from flying. I am, slightly. But I have to unpack now or I'll never do it.
I open the door and see Ezra standing with a hoodie and sweatpants. It has to be the first time I'm seeing him wearing something TOO comfortable. I'm shocked and let him in. We're currently lodged in a five star hotel and I'm pretty sure his room is right next to mine.
He raises a brow "What?" he asks.
"You look good." The words leave my mouth before I know it. His eyes widen and he looks at his outfit like he's just realizing what he's wearing. He clears his throat "Thank you. But I'M usually the one saying that to you. It's basically your job to look good."
I smile. Did he just complement me? "Of course. Only one of us can be the diva." I tease, going to seat on my bed.
