Four girls...
Four ponytails...
Ezra looked at them for a moment, his plain black eyes moving from one hairstyle to another.
Funny.
He thought quietly.
The four girls were walking together at almost the same pace, their newly styled ponytails moving gently behind them whenever they took another step, before the stopped walking.
"Why would you call him a loner?"
Willow suddenly asked.
Her serious gaze settled on Vera.
"I have my reasons."
Vera replied without changing her expression.
"And whatever I call him shouldn't be a problem."
"I do have a problem with it."
Ezra spoke flatly.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Vera.
Sasha immediately laughed.
"Hahah..."
She covered her mouth lightly, but the amusement in her voice was obvious.
"You're the first boy I've seen who has the same sharp tongue and plain eyes as Vera."
She looked between the two of them.
