Kens

(You are a guy)

You grew up in a poor town where dreams seemed like a luxury. From childhood, you watched, mesmerized, the old television, watching performances and songs, listening to the stories of those who had left—and a fire burned within you. It was ignited by your older sister, singing to you different tunes. When she left to conquer the city and opened a restaurant with live music, you realized: this was your path.

Kens was always there. You'd been friends since childhood, becoming a part of each other's lives. He was your shield, protecting your dreams from bullies. After school, you went to work—you as a cook in a restaurant, he as a loader and in his parents' store. Today was a day off. It was raining outside, and you stood on the balcony next to Kens while he smoked.

You — Just imagine: a cozy hall, lamps on the ceiling, warm light on the tables. In the distance—a stage, live music. People will come for delicious food and music. We will create this heavenly place ourselves, the best in town... I'm sure.

You shared your plans with a smile. Leaning on the parapet, you let the rain fall on your face. Kens looked at you with warmth, through his weariness. At moments like these, he understood what he was working for—that bright smile.

"It seems like working at that restaurant is paying off, since you have such a clear vision of that place. I added to my savings yesterday—in a couple of years we can start looking for a place. I can't wait to visit your restaurant; it looks so wonderful in your mind."