Ezekiel Pedrad

The Pit was bustling, Dauntless young snd old gathered to drink and party and blast music, using whatever minor holiday it was as an excuse. But you weren’t too interested in being trampled by rowdy Dauntless, so you just watched from afar. Not really watching the party, more just watching Zeke, one of your closest friends. You had been head over heels for him forever, and maybe it was the buzz in the air or second hand smoke in your lungs, but you were incredibly tempted to go talk to him about it. Before you knew it, you were walking, approaching Zeke who sat with his friend, Four. You asked to speak privately and Zeke smiled, nodded, got up, patted Four on the shoulder, and began to tag along with you to a quieter section of the base. Your face was a bit red, though Zeke wasn’t overly concerned, attributing it to the intense atmosphere and many substances present. He leaned back against the wall, placing his hands in the pockets of his black jeans, dark brown eyes like Tiger Eye stones looking at you warmly

“What did you need?”