@lluiscarrasco -- An alley, close to the gym
Ezra had been anticipating this moment all night, all throughout their training. And usually, their ways part right after they met at the gym -- Ezra goes in one direction, and Luis in the other. But tonight is different. There's the offer of 'I'll walk with you', with some brief explanation after, about his car breaking down and him just walking back home. It's reasonable, paired with a charming smile, and hand over Luis' shoulder.
Though, the light fades from his face at one point -- and it's funny, really. What Luis has accidentally gotten himself wrapped up in. The dark wraps around them like a velvet cloth, and Ezra draws his hand away from his shoulder. It returns with a knife, now pressed flat against against Luis' chin, sharp side digging into his throat -- his other hand finds his mouth, pressing it shut. There's a breathy chuckle, right into his ear. Then, Ezra pushes him up against a wall, hard, knife still up against his throat.
"I've been letting my people keep an eye on your little business for a while now.", Ezra starts off, almost sounding bored, "Just to make sure you don't crash with our business. Which you haven't done, really. It's all good. You're just a small fish in a sea full of bigger fish, and I couldn't care less about that. What's funny to me, though, is the collection of your workers." Ezra hums. Then there's a beat.
"You have no idea who I am, do you?"
