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[hr][color=indianred][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning 
[color=indianred][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ezra ‘s Bakery
[color=indianred][b]Attire:[/b][/color] [url=i.imgur.com/MzftW3M.jpg]Ezra’s Suit[/url]
[color=indianred][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] [@Helo] Callum
[color=indianred][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] [@princess] Anastasia
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Ezra’s gaze on Callum was akin to a hawk hunting a mouse. His gaze didn’t waiver, and his expression remained polite. While the prince continued speaking, Ezra was careful to nod and smile bashfully, as if this was far too great of a request for a peasant like him. As Callum inquired about the different bakeries, Ezra was quick to answer, and point out all the different flavors he had created for them. [color=indianred]”I greatly appreciate it.”[/color] He paused and listened as the Prince continued speaking. When he was finished, Ezra dipped his head respectfully. [color=indianred]”No, I do not have a busy morning. That sounds like a delightful event. I’d appreciate the advertisement, too. We have to pay bills somehow, right?”[/color] Ezra bowed again, and lingered behind the counter to hide the deranged smirk appearing on his face. Once he straightened up, he was back to normal. 

The comment regarding Anna, his angel, the love of his life, and the most precious thing in the whole world to him, made him smile; except, he was careful to make it like a schoolboy crushing on a classmate. [color=indianred]”Wow! That would be great. Thanks Prince Callum!”[/color] He gestured to the other workers who began packaging the cakes, cupcakes, and other bakeries to be taken. Ezra then glanced at Prince Callum -- perhaps he had underestimated how useful he could be to his plans. Maybe he wasn't entirely useless. It was a ticket to the Princess if he played his cards right which he intended to do. [color=indianred]”Do you have a carriage or some other means of transportation planned?”[/color] [/color]