Ezra's phone buzzed. He hurried to pick it up. Not sparing her a glance. "Hello?" he said to the person on the other line. This place where they decided to meet was quite serene. Decorated with flowers it served a quite soothing ambience. Though this little meet up was everything but soothing.

Ever since her childhood it had been her favorite place. Though she often felt that she didn't deserve the luxury to indulge herself in nostalgia. As a matter of fact, she didn't quite enjoy it either. It awakened many monsters within her. Well not within her but within her subconsciousness which she couldn't yet control.

Ezra finally ended his conversation with whoever was on other end of the phone in his melodious voice. Before ending he said something in a foreign language -which she couldn't deem to be Chinese or Cantonese- his voice reaching that of an Octave.

"So where were we?" he asked fixing his sweet façade again. "Talking about your doom." She replied with a tranquil tone. She hoped he would take the undertone that I. Am. Done. Talking. To. You. But to her discontentment, even if he noticed, he projected no signs of it.

"Admit it, you do have feelings for me, don't you?" he said with a triumphant look. Afterall, world is always more kind to rich, white men. They are so used to getting their way that at a point they consider it to be their right. If not fulfilled, they feel insulted.

The world is so very blinded that they do not feel any obligation to inform him that he doesn't get to be so smug all the time. "Of course, I do." Her voice airy. "The feeling I always get when I see you...you know, it can quite easily be deemed as incandescent." To which he smirked in an infuriating manner.

"Am I to suppose that you consider yourself to be a worthy opponent?" he asked, still smug-ish in an infuriating manner. "Take my apologies, not an opponent. Just a nemesis." She felt enraptured to be the person to turn the tables.

Though his triumph look couldn't convince that she was the one who won not he. She was unnerved. It was burning. Her. Her whole being. With agony, anguish, pain. No. Not pain. She was vexed, shrouded by something more sinister, something more vindictive- rage, vendetta.

"Aeri?" she asked changing the topic, trying to fan herself down albeit the mention of her name was of no avail. It occurred to her that her presumption had been right. If anything, Ezra's face was now blanched, as if she had caused him some kind of physical deformation. That or he has been scalded.

"She would be the end of you, this much I can assure. Nonetheless you would know that with the passing of time, I believe." She cautioned. In response he gave her one of his mirthless smiles. "It would kill me to know that you have burdened yourself with my concern." His smile dropped. "So don't."