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"Let's play a game." He says, leaning forward on our table, his eyes penetrating through mine as if he could see through me. I shift in my seat, briefly looking away.

"What game?" I ask, resting my chin in the palm of my hand.

"Twenty questions. Back and forth." He says, his eyes glancing down to my lips.

"Okay. You first." I respond.

"What are three things you hate?" He asks. I think for a second.

"Flower print, new car smell and flip flops." I answer confidently. He tilts his head a bit.

"Flower print? Why?" He asks, squinting his eyes in curiosity. I feel his leg bump into mine under the table and I chuckle.

"I don't know, I just find it annoying." I shrug, pushing the real reason to the back of my mind. He hums, trapping my left leg between his knees.

"You?" I ask.

"Does this count as your question?" He asks.

"No?" I say, unsurely. The people at the table next to us suddenly burst out laughing and I jump a little.

"Okay. People chewing with their mouth open, the color pink and..." He drums his fingertips against his chin, thinking.

"And apple flavored things." He says.

"Huh?" I question, he chuckles at my confused look.

"Apple flavored sweets and stuff." He says.

"Ohh. What about lemon flavored things?" I tease.

"They're my absolute favorite." He nods. I laugh and he smiles.

"My turn." I say. "If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?"

"Probably...Fiji." He nods.

"No way! Me too!" I smile. My parents went on their honeymoon to Fiji and told me all sorts of cool things, so I've been dying to go ever since. I look down at my cup and turn it so that the edge of it is lined up with the napkin-holder.

I look up at him and find him already staring at me. The way he looks at me has my fidgeting anxiously with the edge of my dress. I can feel his gaze on me.

"Your turn." I say, shaking my head.

"What was your first kiss like?" He asks.

"Nasty." I grumble. "I was at school and he just kissed me, out of nowhere. Thirteen year olds are horrible kissers." I grimace at the image. He laughs.

"You?" I ask.

"It was a dare. I was twelve, I think, and someone dared me to kiss the girl I liked." He says, biting his lip anxiously.

"You kissed you crush? Lucky." I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, but I got slapped right after." He says, pressing his lips together into a straight line and I laugh.

Our food is set down in front of us and my eyes widen at the sight of it, my mouth watering. We both ordered a traditional Greek dish. Ezra thanks the waiter and we start eating.

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"Ezra?" I ask as we explore the small streets of the town. I can't help but think about what happened last night. I know it's none of my business, but I'm dying to know.

"Hm?" He hums, looking over at me.

"Can we talk about what happened last night?" I ask quietly. I hear only silence for a minute, before he sighs deeply.