Taylor dashes through the streets from the police. He runs into an allyway as they speed past.
Taylor: That was too close. [heres quiet sobbing] Hm? What’s that?
Ezra: [heres footsteps come closer to him, turns around fast] W-Who’s there?!
Taylor: [hold his hands up] Hey, hey! I mean no harm! Why... why are you crying, sir?
Ezra: [sniffles and wipes his eyes] School. It’s stressful.
Taylor: [nods] I understand. I dropped out of school at 15 because of the stress and bullying.
Ezra: S-Sorry you had to go through that... What were you bullied for, if you don’t mind me asking?
Taylor: [chuckles] My sexuality. I’m gay, literally.
Ezra: [chuckles as well] Well, they’re just jealous of your confidence.
. . .
Ezra: I’m Ezra, by the way. [holds his hand out]
Taylor: Taylor. Evans. [shakes his hand]
Ezra: Why were you running from the cops with that silly mask on?
Taylor: [laughs] I’m a vigilante. And the mask hides my identity.
Ezra: Oh, aha.
Taylor: Hey, you’re pretty cool. Mind if I give you my number so we can talk more?
Ezra: [blushes] O-Oh! Of course!
They exchange numbers before going their seperate ways.
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