At dawn on the first summer morning, you and Ricky were sitting at a light wooden table that reminded you of the quiet evenings of your childhood. The windows of the cozy house where you moved from the noisy metropolis overlooked a picturesque field, overflowing with green grass and bright flowers.

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and toasted bread.

Ricky - Do you remember how we used to climb onto the roof of the house in our neighborhood? Those were funny times..

You couldn't help but agree that the memories were indeed pleasant. The guy stirred his coffee and glanced at you.

Ricky - Let's go for a walk after breakfast? There is a wonderful lake nearby.