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Georgia had spent most of the day in the car which was very unlike her as most of the time she spent all her time in the studio, but today she had the day off work and because Georgia wasn’t the kind of person to have people do everything for her just because she was a famous model, days off were often spent catching up with the stuff that needed doing. She was just on her way home when her car started making a funny sound, the sound only got worse and then the car kept stopping meaning she had to start it again, each time it got harder and harder, but she was only minute or two away from a garage so she made a quick call then started up her car again hoping it would make it. Georgia wasn’t someone who like to bother people unless she had to, and she didn’t often use her fame for her own personal gain, and when she did she tended to have a real reason for it.

When she, at last, arrived at the garage the car died completely, getting out Georgia was grateful that the car made it that far. Looking at the man she smiled looking at him as she looked around quickly, she could tell that everyone had gone home or that the guy ran this place on his own. “Hey there is something wrong with my car, it started off making funny noises, then it kept stopping, I managed to get it here but now it’s died on me completely.” She replied smiling as she looked at him.

“Funny noises?” He repeated, already going through his mind what could have caused said problems. "I'll take a look at it, could you give me the keys?" After all, it made the most sense to first found out what kind of noises the car made and then where they could be coming from. Luckily, the technology was mostly identical for many vehicles, so he figured he could definitely fix it. And while Ezra continued to wonder how he‘d repair it before the night was over, he suddenly looked back at her. "You're pretty famous, right?" A question that left his lips so spontaneously and fast, that he suddenly had to laugh softly at himself.

"Sorry, didn’t mean to be rude. But my boss freaked out when she heard you’d come to our shop." Especially since it wasn’t some kind of chauffeur who had brought her car over. And strangely, his boss had disappeared since Georgia had arrived. He silently walked over to the car and checked what model it was. They usually carried all the spare parts they needed in stock and he guessed that it wouldn’t be any different this time. He also hoped that it wouldn’t take too long because – no matter how much he loved his work – he knew that many customers despised waiting. Speaking of customers. "Coffee?" He asked, almost nonchalantly, with a rather grumpy expression. It was the power of a habit and probably also due to the fact that rarely any famous people got lost in this workshop. Besides, he could barely deny how tired he was. Nevertheless he quickly cleared his throat.

"I mean, would you like to have a drink? A coffee maybe? I honestly can’t tell you how long this might take." He was usually quick at work, but a car that barely made a sound and stopped working was always a challenge. "Oh and I'm Ezra." He was about to hold out his hand to her, when he noticed how dirty it still was from the oil and so he suddenly held out his elbow to her. Ezra looked at her expectantly, almost as if such a greeting was the most normal thing in the world.

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“I see you and my sister are quite close,” she smiled quietly, “although I have no idea of the extension of this closeness, I can quite surely say you’re part of the family now.” Adriana was rarely kind, but she had her moments of weakness, don’t we all? “I am happy she has someone she can count on. Please, just be careful with her, you know how much we are close – but some secrets can’t be dug out of her.” She warned him.

Ezra was well aware that he'd probably never left the best impression on Celeste's parents, nor that he would ever be able to change their mind. And he also knew what an important part Adriana played in the life of the person he loved more than anything else in this world. Nevertheless, one could tell how he hesitated, he seemed slightly unsure since he had never talked much with her sister so far. "A part of the family? That's very nice of you, but I think your parents wouldn't agree." He certainly hadn’t forgotten their hateful glances when their daughter had met a guy who was nothing like the man they’d imagined for Celeste. "Maybe some secrets are better left to remain as one." He was silent for a second, his gaze had dropped briefly and then he looked directly back at her.

"And thank you. For … everything, I know how close you two are and I'm just glad that she has a sister she can rely on." Because, of course, they had also talked about Adriana Reinaldi during their secret meetings and, frankly, Ezra had never thought bad of her. Besides, he always preferred to get an opinion once he met someone in person. "I know that your parents can’t stand me, but this time I'm not going to give up." After all, they were no longer teenagers and although he hated nothing more than being out in the eye of the public, he loathed all the more the thought of loosing Celeste again.

      “ i guess, depending on your perspective, we could say i might as well be doing both “ she replied with a shrug, chewing her lower lip. perhaps it was quite the cynical way to view the current situation she was in, a defence mechanism she was quite used to by now. then, as the other spoke up again, angelica couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose at the idea, visible disapproving of the vision the other had presented her. “ i believe for the same reason people love covering their anything with diamonds, people like flaunting, they like to be seen, to be talked about. either a good idea or not, tasteful or not, legal or not, you know people are going to talk about the car covered in diamonds, and as an species, we need validation “ angelica gave her input, eyeing the other “ why? please tell me this is an alleged scenario and no one is about to cause a car accident by blinding drivers with a car covered in diamonds. “ 

To be seen by people, to live for the sole reason to be talked about. He had never quite understood what was so desirable about it and it might have been because he personally preferred to stay in the background. After all, people loved to talk and they talked a lot of nonsense. Therefore Ezra was all the more relieved whenever he met someone who shared his opinion. He had to laugh softly when he heard her question. "I guess, you're right? And I wish I could say it was a joke, but no, unfortunately someday someone with such a car is going to drive through New York. Believe me, if I could, I’d prevent it." But money was unfortunately able to buy anything and he knew that if they wouldn’t do it, another workshop would gladly fulfill this strange request. "Is validation really that important? Sometimes I get the feeling that it would be a lot easier without the constant search for it." He looked at her with a rather amused grin. "I honestly prefer to stay unnoticed. Being the center of attention, is a lot of pressure." He knew what it felt like to be constantly under surveillance and when every step you took was being judged. He knew it, because he had experienced it together with Celeste. Back when they had been younger, it had been a constant play of hide and seek from her parents. He took a sip of his drink and smiled. "But if you ever decide that you’d like to cover your car with diamonds. Our workshop would sadly do it. I’m Ezra." And with this, he finally introduced himself to her.

The days at the workshop could sometimes feel like an eternity, and especially during the summer, when the heat was almost unbearable, everyone would probably have preferred to be anywhere but in a hall, where the constant smell of oil and gasoline was lingering. For Ezra, however, there couldn’t be any better place and therefore he often stayed way longer than necessary. Currently it was late in the evening, some of his colleagues said goodbye to him and then disappeared in their cars to go home. He kept on working silently, he was opening the bonnet of an old car that had probably its best years behind it and was once again completely forgetting the time. His boss had already told him several times that she wouldn’t pay him these hours, but it didn’t matter to him, because on the one hand this work was fun and on the other hand he knew that she would pay him a little more in the end. However, what he wasn’t used to, even after all these years, was to see her running from one place to another in her office. He stopped his work and watched for a moment the spectacle that was happening over there, his boss was obviously on the phone, hung up and almost stormed out of the small cabin and over to him. "Drop everything!" She insisted, whereupon he laid the screwdriver slowly to the side.

"Listen, I've just been called, we got another job for this evening. It’s very important, since it's a customer whose name you’ll surely know." It could only mean that someone famous was on their way to them, unfortunately, Ezra knew little to almost nothing about anyone who belonged to this dazzling world. "Curious to know who it is?" His boss asked, she seemed to be absolutely euphoric, which made him nod rather skeptically. "Georgia Smith. Unbelievable, isn’t it? God, we need to clean up before she’s here!" This name, he had never heard of it, he had no idea who this person was which his boss seemed to be so excited about. And it was a mystery to him why and how they were supposed to clean everything up on their own. But it didn’t seem to matter in the end, since he could suddenly hear the sound of an approaching vehicle. He wiped his hands on a cloth and then he moved to the car that had approached the workshop. "Good evening, what can I do for you?" Ezra inquired, still completely clueless of whom he had in front of him.

        a day could be considered simply monotonous, with all these calls and meetings or ‘another hellish day’ as her assistant mouthed and caught by celeste while doing that. this city never slept, it was always alive, moving like a big organism made of bright lights and held by fragile champagne flutes, people needed the right person to place those bright lights and choose the champagne in their flutes and celeste reinaldi was that person. her asisstant artie, it was arthur but celeste could never pass someone without a nickname, the boy took a deep and hard to swallow breath, right before he started informing the blonde with her daily schedule. “miss reinaldi, are you sure about this isn’t too…” her crystal blue eyeballs moving left and right, she was searching for her bag inside of her big office, sometimes it was big enough for her to lose objects inside of it, that’s when she completed artie’s words with a witty smile plastered over her lips. “much? you were saying too much, right?” finally getting her hands over the dior bag on the marble table across the office, she was ready to proceed. “it is never too much artie. make this your motto. now, excuse me, i have an appointment. —- oh and don’t forget to feed canoli this time.” her schedule was the fullest possible. it was a distraction and when her mind wasn’t stuffed with all of the hecticness, it always ended up thinking about one thing. one person.

        it was long time ago, to celeste it felt like an infinitely long gap, the last time she saw ezra. the memory of it was vivid and real, sometimes it almost felt like there was a hole in her heart, she could never be whole without him. the golden girl who always got whatever she wished with a snap of her fingers, that’s how she was for the other people but he was all she ever wanted and couldn’t fully reach. ever since they met, the feelings between them grew bigger and bigger but her sentiment for him was blatantly unapproved by the reinaldi clan. they had to end it, so they did. in a way that changed both of ezra and celeste’s lives. in the end, reinaldis never really reached their goal, they didn’t stop seeing each other, it was like their heartlines were intertwined and there was no valid way to completely untangle them. when their bodies were far from each other, their minds couldn’t stop reliving all of the moments that belonged to them. while on her way to her recent appointment, her mind was occupied by him again but it didn’t cross her mind that at the end of her road, he was waiting for her.

        the event planner’s habit, after her first step inside of the small hall, the flowers caught her attention and she heard a voice and then it was the moment when the stars aligned for her. a simple pavlovian response, her head turned to the direction where the voice came from and it was more like a mirage that showed up after the days she spent starving for his love. watching him picking up the bouquet from where it fell, when her brain finally convinced her it was real and it was him, not a creation of her imagination, she took her steps towards him in full speed. when she reached to him it was like she crashed into him and the flowers in his hand, her arms rapidly and tightly wrapped around ezra, her head rested on his chest for a few peaceful seconds, when celeste pulled herself from the embrace she gave, her hands cupped his cheeks and surreality of the moment shook her once again. “for you, i’ll always be early.” a half smile graced her features. still floating in space, she was at an idle state but her feelings for him were so intense and clear. the way she missed him, the way she loved him, her feelings weighed her heart down and her eyes were locked on him.

The way she came rushing up to him, how her arms wrapped around him and finally the feeling of simply having her with him; he still could hardly believe it. His fingertips trembled and cautiously, as if he was afraid that any quick movement could destroy this dream, he placed his hands on her hips, he pulled her even closer and buried his face in her hair. And Ezra all too clearly realized one thing, a home wasn’t a roof over his head or a building. It was the person you loved more than anything else on this world and where you could simply be. She was his home and he had spent a long time waiting to come back. Her hands moved to his cheeks, he looked at her attentively and when he heard her answer, the corners of his mouth began to twitch slightly. It wasn’t long before an amused smile became visible.

Everyone had a certain weakness and well, Ezra’s was clearly Celeste Reinaldi, who managed to take his breath away with her sheer, mesmerizing presence. The flowers had successfully fallen out of his hand, but it didn’t matter. He was happy and that was something he rarely felt in his life. She was the only one who held this important place in his heart and he would have waited for her for years, if it meant he could hold her in his arms someday. His hands let go of her hips, he gripped her wrists and ran his thumbs over the backs of her hands. His gaze didn’t leave hers for a second and he nestled his face into the palm of her hand. "I'm ..", he began, just to become silent again and he looked a bit embarrassed to the side. He was speechless and could almost feel his heart beat like crazy against his chest. But then he looked at her and he leaned down to meet her. They were close, so unbelievably close that he wanted nothing more than to kiss her finally, however, instead he sighed. "That's so unfair," he interrupted the silence between them, he breathed a fleeting kiss on her cheek and ran his lips gently up to her ear. "Could you explain to me how it’s possible to become even more attractive in six months? You’re really making me weak." He removed her hands from his cheeks and brought them to his shoulders. In the meantime, another very tender, yet demanding kiss on her skin followed, and he moved with his lips down to her neck.

      inhaling deeply, angelica crossed her arms beneath her chest, chewing onto her lower lip briefly. to say life had gone downhill in the past couple weeks was an understatement, yet she was not one to complain. however; she could feel herself snapping at others ( more than usual ) and she knew there was something she had to do about it. 

“ i need a break “ she said out loud, turning towards the nearest person, eyes glued to her plumps; not quite facing the other just yet “ do you want a drink? my treat. “

His last customer at the shop had been strange or at least a little bit odd. So far, he had always simply done his job and whatever that was required of him, but this kind of request was a completely new experience for Ezra. The whole vehicle was supposed to be covered with diamonds – speaking of being extravagant – and if he was honest, he hadn’t even known before that their workshop offered this service. He sighed and prepared himself mentally to what would await him tomorrow when he noticed a voice. Silently he looked at her and somehow he could only agree with her in this regard.

"As far as I know, you usually offer others a drink if you have something to celebrate or if you had a pretty bad day." At least, that was mostly the case for him. "Say, you don’t happen to know why someone might come up with the idea of covering their entire car with diamonds?" He asked spontaneously, looking rather thoughtful.

@bllctproof / the two men stumbled out of the sweaty nightclub, benny feeling immediate relief as the fresh night air filled his lungs. he checked his watch– 3:45am. he groaned, realizing he’d promised his ma he’d drive her around for some errands the next morning. he leaned back against the brick exterior of the building, feeling the vibrations of the music inside against body. “i think we’re getting too old for this,” he remarked to ezra as he reached into the pocket of his bomber jacket for a cigarette. “i dunno about you, but my body is screaming that i should be asleep by now. got a lighter?” 

"Too old?" Ezra mumbled, looking at his friend with such indignation as if he had just solemnly announced that pigs could fly. "Nah, I don’t think so, besides, the night is still young." A smile could be seen on his lips, it seemed almost mischievous and it gave away that he was up to something again. "You know, I believe you can have the most fun in this city without any money." He searched in his pocket for the lighter, took it out and handed it over to Benny. Afterwards he searched for a cigarette himself, which he placed between his lips. "Don’t tell me you really want to go home now." And those were the words of the person who had to be at work in a few hours, but somehow Ezra always seemed to be fine without much sleep. "I know a place we could go to, don’t know if it's worth it, but it's certainly more exciting than your fluffy pillows. So, what do you say? Or would sleeping beauty rather go to bed?" He teased with an amused grin.

            No matter how long you're gone, I'm always gonna want you back           I know you know I will never get over you

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He was nervous, though not even that could nearly describe what Ezra was feeling right now. As soon as he sat down, he jumped right back up. Every now and then he carefully checked his appearance in the mirroring of the window, just to end up feeling absolutely ridiculous and to grumble in frustration. The girl who meant the world to him and who was probably the only one who could soften his otherwise rather harsh features, would soon come right through this door. He could hardly believe it and certainly not after everything they’ve been through. At first, it had been disrespectful looks, comments that hopefully would make him aware of how unwelcome he was. But none of it had ever stopped him from continuing to meet with Celeste, and for a long time they both had probably thought nothing could ever interfere. Until the engagement had been announced, the wedding had slowly but surely approached and then everything was different. Suddenly, a common future had been as distant as the sun to the moon.

Now, all of it was in the past, Ethan had died a few months ago and Ezra had agreed with Celeste that they both needed a break to sort everything out. Unfortunately days, had soon turned into weeks and then into months. It would have been a sheer lie to say that he hadn’t thought of calling her at least once a day. On the other hand, he didn’t want to disturb her, and now his patience had come to an end, every fiber in his body longed for her. Therefore he had asked a friend if he could possibly help him out, said friend had specified on the phone that they needed an event planner for a smaller corporate party and now Ezra stood alone in a small hall that he had rented for this meeting. Out of excitement he had started to pace up and down, for the thousandth time he rehearsed what he wanted to tell her. He had specially bought a suit for this reunion, which God knows didn’t fit as well as it probably should. In addition, he had arranged numerous flowers throughout the room and he had a bouquet that he held tightly clutched in his hand. He loosened his collar a bit, maybe this was too much? Or maybe not enough? He decided to get some fresh air when in that very second the door opened and he could do nothing but stare at it. The bouquet slipped out of his fingertips and landed audibly on the floor.

It obviously took a moment until Ezra got back to reality, he smiled slightly and leaned down to pick up the flowers. Slowly, he walked through the room and up to the door. "You're too early, as always," he whispered.

( charlie hunnam | male | he/him ) is that ( ezra lancaster ) walking around the streets of new york city? i heard the ( thirty six ) year old tends to be ( compassionate ) & ( restless ). last time i heard, the ( mechanic ) was blasting ( paranoid by post malone ) in their apartment. the tabloids whisper that ( he’s part of the mafia )! let’s hope it’s not true.