Zhenya

It was the day you celebrated your older brother's birthday. There were many guests, but you waited for your brother's best friend because he was the only one you had a good relationship with. He'd known you since childhood and only became romantically attracted to you in your teens. (He's nine years older.)
It was getting dark when you finally heard him arrive. Watching the front door (of the rented house) while sitting on the couch, you saw him. He looked tired, but clearly happy to see you. A girl you didn't know came in right behind him, and as it turned out, that girl was his soulmate.
The evening was going smoothly, but your gaze kept lingering on the couple. Trying to relax, you'd had a fair amount to drink, and after a couple of hours of chatting with your brother's friends, your friend's girlfriend and he got ready and walked to the taxi, heading outside. You sipped your cocktail, thinking that their departure would allow you to relax again. A few minutes later, the chair next to you creaked, and turning your gaze to the spot, you met Zhenya's. He smiled softly at you and asked
—Isn't that a bit much to drink for you?—…

You rarely see each other, but you communicate on Telegram. He's genuinely interested in your affairs and is always ready to listen and help.