<div class="floatright">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/9778482/740full-emeraude-toubia.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;"><strong>Name:</strong> Ezra Bardhi<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> First Year | Bronze Student <br/><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Whatever the fuck she feels like<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Amused + A touch impatient<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> September 19th | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong> In line at the Cafe<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red Nike Yoga pants, white tank top, sneakers, black hoodie<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Diego-NPC classmate, <strong>Open</strong></span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;">Ezra saw him coming the moment he spotted her and altered his intended course just to come over to where she stood waiting in line. You'd have thought she was waving him down the way he changed directions so quickly and nearly knocked over some poor girl in the process but whatever. Five minutes later (ok, a slight exaggeration) when he'd finally picked up his glasses and helped make sure the girl he'd tried to run over was okay, Ezra was still standing in line with her earbuds in wishing he hadn't spotted her waiting in line. <br/><br/>"H-Hey Ezra!"<br/><br/>She'd planned to ignore him but as close as he'd come to damn near yelling her name just now... Ezra barely resisted rolling her eyes and shifted her weight, her eyes swing over to land on Diego with an immediate intensity that tended to make quite a lot of folks squirm even while she worked up a smile for him. "Hi Diego." She said his name as if there was more between them than having shown up to the same class or two for the semester and watched as her objective was achieved in a matter of heartbeats.<br/><br/>Diego's mouth moved but not a sound came out and, unable to help herself, Ezra laughed. "Well... okay then, I guess I'll see you later <em>tonight</em>, right?" Her spazzy classmate only managed to swallow and nod which was enough to prompt her to give a little fingerwave before she very pointedly turned to face straight ahead, dismissing him altogether. Mentally she was hoping he took the hint while also wondering who the hell was holding up the line. Because if she had to wait here long enough for some other poor unfortunate soul to come and mouth breathe at her she was going to get pissed. <br/><br/>Seriously though, what the hell was the hold up?!<br/><br/></span>