It's Always Her
A few minutes later, we saw Ezra walking out of the small restaurant, panting heavily, a broken glass bottle in hand. She lifted her head, throwing an amused gaze at us, and then tossing the glass weapon, she strolled our way.
"Are you done? Can we leave now?" Sneered Camila, uncrossing her legs.
"Yeah. They didn't even make me break a sweat," she announced proudly before adding, "I see you made a run for it. Are you getting sloppy?"
"No. I just thought you might've needed to have some fun and..." she raised her finger, stroking my swollen cheek, "someone had to take care of our handsome companion."
"...Our?..." Growled Ezra, inching closer to the Latina, clenching her fists.