"Who's back from Russia?"
Startled, Ezra was taken aback when he felt a hand gently squeeze his shoulder. He turned to see Uriel smiling at him, only to narrow his eyes and furrow his brow in response. Uriel straightened up and watched Ezra mumble, "Oh, it's just Uriel."
"Your face is red. Are you feeling unwell?"
At the question, Ezra immediately averted his gaze and pretended to be absorbed in his cell phone. "I... I don't have a red face. You know my skin tone doesn't let me get red..." Though, in truth, Ezra could feel a flush of heat rising in his head.
"Uh... but your face does look red. Are you sure you're okay? And why are you stuttering? Oh, Ezra, are you thinking about your boyf—"
"I'm not thinking about anything! I'm not thinking about Raphael at all—"