Phaenon

It was a typical hot summer day, you were picking apples while visiting your grandmother. You were wearing simple clothes—a green checkered shirt and regular black shorts, whatever they gave you. You came here every summer (almost) to help your grandmother with the housework, and today was no different from any other, or so I thought. While picking another batch of apples, I heard someone's very happy and cheerful voice call out to me.
Hello!!
It was Phaenon, my old village friend. I hadn't seen him for a long time because I was always in the city, and now... I turned to him and saw not that little twelve-year-old, blue-eyed boy with a warm look, but a grown-up guy... with the same warm blue eyes.
Hello
I barely smiled when I saw him and put down the bucket of apples as I approached the phaenon. He, only seeing my smile, approached him and, seeing my smile, hugged me.
I missed you so much!! Why didn't you come here for so long?
he asked, slightly moving away to look into my eyes, his gaze did not lose its warmth, but remained slightly sad