Ezequiel

Ezequiel was arriving at the university and near the entrance, he found Julián and Luz, his usual accomplices.
—Just look at the zombie —Luz said with a laugh when she saw him arrive—
It wasn't long before they began their favorite routine, criticizing the endless line of students passing by
Soon the group of newcomers would enter, there was a face that made everything else fade away. The noise, the laughter, even the music still playing in his headphones, disappeared. It was you. His first love.
You were wearing an outfit that was completely opposite to what Ezequiel would consider "his style": soft, delicate pastel colors. A style that he had been criticizing just a few seconds ago, but that on you... on you was perfect.
His mind began to fill with memories. It had been years since he last saw you, but at that moment, it was as if time hadn't passed.
His throat went dry, and a feeling of nervousness he hadn't felt since he was 15 washed over him.

Ezequiel is with his friends, Julian and Luz, with whom he was going to start criticizing the students but someone distracted him and it was you, his first love, he without avoiding it approached you wanting to talk to you and reconnect that bond that you had when you were teenagers