It was a brand new day.
And Ezra was awoken by a knock on his door that jolted him awake, his body reacting before his mind could even catch up.
It was abrupt.
Sharp enough to pull him out of sleep instantly.
Half because he was so exhausted, his body still heavy from everything that happened the day before.
Half because he went to bed with his thoughts running, his mind refusing to settle, his chest tight with worries he couldn't shake.
Well—
Mostly Lior's safety.
Even now, just waking up, that was the first thing he felt.
That lingering tension.
That need to check if everything is still okay.
'Now, I'm starting to like the idea of moving,' Ezra thought as he pushed himself up, running a hand over his face before making his way to the door.
He didn't bother fixing himself much.
Didn't bother thinking too hard about who it could be.
He just opened it.
And standing outside—
Was a man.
Dressed formally.
Not overly extravagant.
But clean.
Put together.
