Ezra

I see Wren with Torch and Lizzy chatting away at the bar and I walk towards them.

“I’m still in awe of how different you look,” Lizzy gushes. “Maybe I should come live with EJ too.”

I clear my throat and slide up beside Wren who scoots away, subtly, nearly bumping Torch.

She’s still upset.

“A whiskey, please?” I say to Lizzy, looking around the bar. “Where’s Tessa though?”

Tessa, the new bartender we recruited.

Torch snorts. “She got booted!”

“What? ...