CLOSED STARTER for @desideriumfms;; ezra & june Location: Hotel Lobby Ezra wasn't the type to panic. He had been through his share of turmoil growing up that he always knew, in one way or another, how to handle himself. However, his pacing tonight in the hotel lobby was a tell-tale sign that he was not himself - and for good reason. Stupid office parties, corporate politics and his job as a lowly intern meant he wasn't striking up any friendships with his bosses. Not to mention the whole office worth of people all seemed to bring their girlfriends, boyfriends, partners, whoever; talking about buying homes or having kids and whatever 'normal' chapters of life they were (Ezra was sure) trying to show off to each other. So it made him stick out like a sore thumb. It couldn't be helped then that when Ezra was asked about it, he outright lied, muttering about how his own girlfriend was on her way and he would meet her whilst picking up the big cake they ordered to celebrate ... what the fuck were they celebrating? Nothing, the party was just an excuse to spend company dollars, anyway. When the delivery person finally arrived with an obnoxiously sized, two-tiered cake, Ezra breathed half of a sigh of relief. Just as he took hold of it, he turned around and spun right into someone. The cake flew, almost in slow motion before his eyes as if the universe was rubbing this shitty night in his face, before landing with a loud splat! before his feet. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," he stared at the mess of cream and cake on the ground. It was a big enough mess that it drew the attention of many in the lobby, flecking whipping cream all over the front of his shirt and suit. Ezra turned to the person he ran into, his gaze narrowed as if trying to sear them with just a look. "....Do you have any idea what you've just done?".