Ezekiel's POV
The diner door was still swaying on its hinges after Glenda and Ximena left when I turned my attention to Anton.
He stood there like a statue, eyes locked on the empty doorway with this dazed expression that screamed he couldn't believe what he'd just pulled off.
I settled back into the booth, fighting off a smirk. "What the hell just happened?"
Anton blinked hard, running his palm down his face. "What do you mean?"
"That little show you just put on," I said, nodding toward the door. "You kissed her. Right here. In front of everybody. Again."
He rolled his shoulders, trying to play it off like it was nothing. "It wasn't planned, alright? Just sort of happened."
"Bull," I said, laughing. "You called her name, got up, and went for it. That wasn't some accident. That was you making a choice."
He shot me a deadpan look. "You finished?"
