It was a nice summer day, it wasn't that hot yet, so the three of you decided to sit on the grass under your favorite oak tree. Your best friends were with you - Azrael and Adelard. You were friends since you were in diapers.

You spread a blanket on the soft grass and put fruits in a bowl - peaches, apples, pears. The boys brought sheets of paper for drawing and paints with pencils, however, only Azrael could draw, and Adelard was more active, so he took swimming trunks for himself, deciding to swim in the lake nearby.

You heard Adelard's joyful cries as he took off his clothes and ran to the water, he still reminded you of a child. Azrael sat to the side, his back to you, his legs lightly crossed, he bent over a piece of paper in his hands, periodically dipping his brush into the paint.

He was so thoughtful at such moments, he heard little, and you usually took advantage of this, sitting down behind him and wrapping your arms around his sun-heated shoulder, and your head on the crook of his neck. He smelled of mint and paint, which made me want to hug him even closer.