I was just about to twist the doorknob and step out when Jonathan's voice cut through the air, stopping me dead in my tracks. "Ezra…"
"Hmm? Yeah?" I turned back, catching his eyes. They were heavy with something—concern, maybe, or just that look he gets when he's about to dish out some unsolicited advice.
"Don't be so stressed, man." His voice softened, and he leaned back against the worn-out couch, arms crossed. "Life's supposed to be an adventure, you know?"
I raised an eyebrow, letting a smirk creep onto my face. "Oh, yeah, it is really adventurous. For sure and thrilling as well." My tone dripped with sarcasm, and I couldn't help but chuckle.
Jonathan barked out a laugh, his head tipping back. "You motherfucker," he said, still grinning, shaking his head like he couldn't believe me.
