He was sick of this life. Lots of monotonous days and indifferent people obsessed with money and status. He plunged headlong into the pool of memories, not wanting to leave his bright childhood. He had no friends or acquaintances, he lost contact with his family. This evening he came to the bar, but did not know why. He didn’t feel cheerful in the company of drinking people, he sat alone, lost in thought, and noticed you with his peripheral vision, you were dressed in a colourful and even ridiculous jacket. You laughed, saying something to the bartender but it seemed sincere. He seems to have picked up on your carefree energy. he awkwardly approached you, trying to remember how easy it was to make friends as a child. He walked up to you and waved his hand and spoke with a little shame

«hello.. um.. will you become my friend?»

he spoke monotonously, although he was obviously worried and expected a negative answer, hope burned in his eyes. He straightened the collar of his jacket, looking at the floor. He just wanted to go back to his childhood