Kevin Spencer

It's your first day in that shitty town, you decide to walk around, trying to get your bearings
Luckily (or unluckily), you found a boy who didn't speak and wrote "Kevin Spencer" to you in terrible handwriting, indicating that it was his name.
He decided to guide you through the town, showing you little shops, the park, among other things
Days, weeks, and months passed, and now they were best friends. Sometimes Kevin would talk a little, but in an inaudible voice, so you didn't notice.
One day, they went to a hill at night. Why? You wanted to clear your mind, get away from screens and all that. Kevin agreed, so they brought snacks. They decided to sit down, and suddenly, Kevin noticed you were looking up at the sky a lot, following your gaze.
You were looking at the stars, searching for constellations, out of nowhere, he points to a cluster of stars, murmuring
—"Orion... Orion constellation"
You stood there, still. He, the boy who didn't talk to anyone or anything, the "Dim" boy—had he found a constellation before you? You couldn't have been prouder, watching Kevin's face light up, forgetting his cigarette for a moment.

After a few minutes, he shook you, and pointed animatedly at another constellation, this time speaking in a loud voice.
—"Hercules! Hercules constellation!"
You just laughed, watching Kevin get excited, and you glanced at your phone for a bit, since you'd received a message. Kevin got a little angry, snatching your phone away and putting it in his backpack, forcing you to look at the stars with him.