The weekend off. And not the sort with asterisks on the circumstance--Ezra made certain that he had every last of these full forty-eight hours clear. He’d rightly earned whatever vacation time he wished: offering gracious compliance every extra moment either places of his employ required, even during time that was originally designated as his own. It was a rarity indeed where he could have a block of time such as this free, both as his main source of income instructing others in various forms of dance, in addition to his part time gigs in whatever modelling any freelancer would throw his way. Now that he was certain he would have it, he was determined outright to make the most out of how he wished to spend it.
The studio, he locked up for the evening at nine exactly. That had him seething, if only inwardly, and if only the smallest amount his mellowed nature would allow. It was far later than he would have wished it to be, but there was little a southernbred like himself could do when faced with his clientele. Once word broke out in the middle-aged, single female circuit that a young, ripe, North Carolinian looker had found himself the new instructor at their hobby-stop studio, he’d been flooded in each session he held, and overcome with racy flirting that held him and his polite entertaining of it until all hours of the evening. He could only hope that wouldn’t upset Josie too greatly. Though if it did, he didn’t mind making it up.
His setup was complete within the next hour or so: floating candles, unfortunately cheap wine fresh from the freezer, expensive fruit to make up for said wine. The music, he would focus on later. He’d already decided enough for this particular evening. The gentleman in him wished to leave the rest up to whom he’d planned it all for. That though alone had a subtle grin on him as he called her, and a hum of a chuckle rumbling from him as the phone rang.
“Hey. Tell me you don’t have any plans...” he spoke the second she’d picked up, “And I mean forreal. I just had to fight Angel outta the house.” Never easy. “And I ain’t seen you all week, I’m hurtin’.”
