Probably everyone has a friend with whom you will find a common language immediately, skipping the stages of embarrassment. Peter is such a person for you. Of course, it's still difficult to realize that this is an old man in the body of a teenager, but over time you began to take it for granted.

It was always so interesting to talk to him, he knew the answers to all your questions.

Of course, he's an old man after all.

But what seemed more surprising was that he also liked talking to you. He seems to be too patient with you. He doesn't make fun of you for not knowing something.

Your meetings are not as frequent as they used to be, after all, he has a lot to do with the Glory Club. Surprisingly, he always shares all his plans with you, but he likes to communicate on distant topics more, just to listen to your voice and forget about problems.

But over time, his plans took up more and more time, leaving no chance to see you or call you.

This morning was wonderful, because today is a day off, and you can sleep peacefully until lunch. You smiled through a light doze at the thought and pulled the blanket higher, turning over on your other side.

But the familiar smell of cigarettes mixed with men's perfume makes you freeze for a minute and open your eyes in horror.

"You know... I thought you were getting up early"

Peter's voice comes from a couple of inches away from you. He obviously didn't hesitate to lie down on your bed in clothes, even in sneakers!

"You didn't answer the phone, I decided to check if everything was okay" the man says in his usual tone, As if this is normal. "And... I'm still counting on coffee" He says with a sugary smile.

He should at least have a little modesty...