Publicly Acknowledging Zoella!

On the sofa, Ezra sat down. Waiting. On his laps, he had his hands clasped. Was he nervous? He wasn't sure of his emotions, but he was certain that meeting Zoella was causing him to feel a certain way.

“Would you like me to serve you some water? Or cola?” Emma asked. The instant he handed her the boxes of chocolate, she dropped them on the kitchen table.

“Ah. I am okay, Miss Facer.” She was not given his full attention as he turned his head to one side of the room. Waiting for the girl to bolt from the room and sprint into his arms, but nothing of the sort happened. Emma caught on. Wherever he was looking, his eyes wouldn't budge.

"Mr. Queen, are you all right?" She asked.

Finally, Ezra turned to face her. He nodded. “I am fine. Where is she? Why isn’t she coming out?” He asked. On his way to her place, he had a thought. His mind was cluttered with ideas. When the door opened, he had anticipated her sprinting into his arms, but nothing of the sort occurred. “Doesn’t she want to me