Untitle Fiction - The protest Part II

The pretty girl laughed. Ezekial was fascinated by the way the light sparkled beneath her long lashes.
"Hmmm. . . since you are Z, I'll be something at the beginning of the alphabet. Let me think . . . A my name is Alice. No that is too ordinary."
"You could just go by A or, what no, how about Ayla? It almost sounds like "I lie." You know since that isn't your real name."
"Ayla? I think I like it."
"okay, then Ayla, what's a nice girl like you doing at a protest like this?" Ezekial winced at how corny that line must have sounded. "She probably thinks I am a real dork," he thought to himself.
Ayla giggled, "That's not a very original line."
"I know," Ezekial replied. It's just . . . you take my breath away and I feel a bit muddled inside."
"I do that to you? No one has ever told me anything like that before." Ayla blushed and glanced down at her feet then started to walk down the sidewalk.
Ezekial kept pace.
"You know, I am here to protest the war. I should get going," Ayla whispered.
"But that's where I am going, too. Let's walk together."
"Okay, but no personal questions. Let's keep the mysterious aura going. I kinda of like pretending to be someone I'm not. It makes being away from home a little easier."
"Is home far away? Oops! I didn't mean to pry. Where would Ayla be from if she was a real person?" Ezekial liked this. He wouldn't have to reveal his age or that he was still in school under his parents' thumb.
Ayla thought for a moment. "Berkley. Ayla is a student there and hitch hiked all the way here to you."
Ezekial blushed again. He was entranced and ready to follow Ayla anywhere.
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