Iris
Ezra’s face is slightly flushed as he stands across the room, flexing his biceps. I can tell he’s caught somewhere between trying not to laugh and being downright embarrassed by his choice of portrait.
“Are you sure this isn’t too much?” he asks for what I’m pretty sure is the tenth time since we began. “She’s not going to think it’s weird?”
I can’t help but laugh. “Ezra, it’s fine. And if she has a problem with you choosing a gift like this, then maybe she’s not the right one for you.”
The Beta lets out a breath. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I just don’t want to creep her out or anything.”
I shrug as my pencil moves across the pad. Ezra requested a simple portrait of himself flexing in a pose similar to Renaissance era artwork. He told me that he’s been dating a w
