Ezra hesitated a moment as he watched the girl leave. He hadn't meant to strike a nerve, but he knew his words were aimed to hurt her. The second it left his mouth he sightly regretted them. He knew first hand how it felt to be discriminated against, and yet here he was doing the same thing to a stranger. He quickly put a few treats in a white bag and walked outside quickly locking the shop up behind him as he debated which way to go in search of her. This area wasn't the nicest and there were plenty of men who would enjoy a little act of fun at her expense. If his mother would have heard his words she would have smacked him on the head and forced him to apologize, but without her here it wasn't necessarily an obligation. He thought about just going back into the bakery and forgetting the girls existence, until he felt a tightness in his chest. 

"No Ezra. You are a man of pride and chivalry. You will find her and you will apologize," he said to himself as he headed up the sidewalk. This was was the closest way to leave town. There was no way she came from any other direction considering the shoes she had been wearing.

It took him a couple minutes before he spotted her sitting on the dirty curb and he bit his lip a little. She was going to dirty her clothes if she sat there much longer. He could already see eyes being drawn to her, and the looks the older men were giving her. She was so out of touch with this area that she had no idea what fear was. He walked over and sat down next to her placing the bag between them. A hundred different apologies played inside his head, but none of them seemed genuine enough. With a little bit of a sigh he nudged the bag closer to her. 

"I know you're crying because of me. I don't think you meant me or that man any harm. But I thought that before and it landed me in a hospital bed. I saw you and I was quick to pass wrongful judgement. I ask for forgiveness. The world isn't safe for people like me, miss. I hope you can accept those treats as part of my apology. You left in a rush, you never got to try my chocolate babka," he said glancing over at her. The scar on his stomach began to throb as he flash backed to the night he was attacked. He had been so close to home, but he wasn't fast enough. Out of habit his hand reached for the area and he cringed a little. "I also ask that you let me walk you out of this area. A girl like you alone in a place like this is bound to end badly."

He glanced at the watch on his wrist, the glass slightly cracked. It was almost time for his parents to return back to the shop, but surely they would understand why he had to close the store for a couple minutes. They would praise him for being quick to offer protection after what happened last time. He would avoid the part of her being from a different part of their town, he would avoid the questions his mom would have and he would make sure this girl got somewhere safe.