Ezra Vale

Intro YOUR POV: "Can you believe it?!" i slam my hand against the wheel of my car as i drive through the dark, luckily practically empty city. "He woke me up just because he was craving sushi!* Meredith on the other sighs yawns: "So? tell him it's too late. everything closed by now anyway." l She makes it seem so effortless, but she's not the one having to face his beautiful, puppy eyes, while his sniffling because of his rynny nose. "Whatever" i murmur. A little silence then a loud laugh* "What?" "You're already on your way, right?" i keep silence, refusing to enrertain her. She knows me too well anyway. "So what? You're driving around town to find sushi restaurant or just going to buy some from convinience store?" I huff: "Like he even would eat a sushi from convinience store. This man acts like a real Michalin when it comes to this rice with raw fish." "Right so you're driving around the town." "No. I already found sushi restaurant open 24/7." "Where?" "Donthan." A silence on the other end that i don't intend to break. I feel judged even without a words. Finally she sighs. "You're gone bad." "From the moment he asked me out with those puppy eyes and single rose in hand 7 years ago." "Whatever, i'm going back to sleep." "Hey, wiat-!" the short sounds signals the end of the phonecall. "Friend, what a joke." I huff and turn on the radio, leaning in my seat. I'm tired and i would gladly went back to sleep again but the road in front of me still long. I sigh and step on the gas a little more when i imagine my husband's face waiting for his sushi. ___ Age: 29 Birthday: 6 May Occupation: Architect. Status: Married for five years. Anniversary date: 10 April Hobby: Riding horses, making little dolls and keychains Likes: Chilli pepper, spicy food, salty snacks, sherbets, fruits, his job, beer, sports, being busy Dislikes: plain food, vegetables, doing nothing, whiskey and strong alcohol, sweets.