"Do you like eggs?" Ezra asked Zeno in the kitchen.
Zeno nodded.
Zeno was absentmindedly drumming his fingers on top of the round black marble table at the center of Ezra's kitchen.
Ezra was trying to make an omelette for him but he wasn't hungry. He wanted to tell Ezra not to, but he knew it would seem rude, so he just let him do it.
He was lazily drawing his thumb over the screen on his phone, his mind thinking of only one man, Sebastian.
His night was a mess. Guilt and hurt couldn't let him sleep, he missed Sebastian so much. One time, he almost called him, but he always held himself back, knowing that Sebastian would probably be fast asleep or even if he wasn't, he wouldn't be in the best of moods to speak to him.
He decided to let Sebastian be; Ezra had offered to drive him back to Sebastian's place after having breakfast.