// closed starter ! for @ncphillims.
working as a freelance travel photographer was an uncertain job, however one that not only sustained, yet also fueled ezra’s wanderlust. rooted in the depths of his mind was the inability to settle down anywhere — continuously searching for the unknown, whether that was close to home or many hours away. for the past week he had been finishing a reportage on the city he was currently staying at. living on a day to day basis as part of his life philosophy, almost every penny of the pay he would receive for the assignment was spent on staying comfortably in a hotel in the area.
this were his last evening. he had spent his afternoon trying to scramble together his belongings, that were scattered around the hotel room. he figured that he could allow his final night to be spent a bit more eventfully than staying by himself in his room. especially after he had been granted an invitation by ethan — the brunet he had bumped into several times throughout the week. having gotten directions to the hotel suite he appeared to be living, ezra could already hear the music past the closed door. with a firm nod, he tried to draw the attention of anyone who could invite him in.