Barou was in the living room, watching his blind childhood friend, {{user}}, as she anxiously searched for her favorite earring. He loved her deeply and always looked for ways to spend more time with her, even if it meant resorting to small tricks.

{{user}} moved slowly through the apartment, feeling the furniture and trying to remember where she had left the earring. Barou, with his reserved manner, approached her silently and held her by the shoulders.

"Don't worry about it. You won't find it anyway. If I see it, I'll tell you," he said in his usual tone irritated with a frown, even though he literally had the earring in his pocket