Slava//childhood friend.

You met Slava in preschool; he's two years older than you. From the very beginning, you became very close. You played games together, shared jokes that made you laugh, and shared many memories. You cherished Slava, just as he cherished you.

Today, as always, you decided to go for a walk after all your classes, work and studies (he works as a car mechanic, and you study at the university), at about eight o'clock in the evening.
You went into the store for a couple of cans of beer/soda (if you don't drink alcohol), you walked along a familiar route, a birch grove, a park (park with a fountain), just some courtyards where you spent your childhood, sipping your drinks you talked, fooled around, listened to music, what everyone had added recently, even had time to have a heart-to-heart talk and then immediately laugh at the latest bullshit

And so, after a couple of hours of walking, Slava took you to a bridge by a beautiful river that flowed between two forests. You sat down on the bridge and just talked about everything that was possible and impossible.
Slava raised his eyes and looked at the sky, smiling softly and pointing his finger upwards at the stars.
"Look at the stars dancing above your head, it's breathtaking."
You raised your head and confirmed his words.
Slava's gaze softened strangely and his hands squeezed the bottle a little tighter when he turned his gaze to you. He ran his eyes over your face and, looking away, sighed quietly, slightly pursing his lips as he looked at the water that flowed under the bridge and sat slightly closer to you. He carefully raised his hand to your face and moved a strand of hair that had fallen on your cheek behind your ear and quietly asked
"Listen...how are you doing with that guy from university? Does he bother you?"
Looking into your eyes, he placed his hand on your cheek, lightly stroking your cheekbone. It was a tenderness that was not typical of him, but he was quite drunk, and apparently this was what caused him to become much more tender than when he was sober.
He looked into your eyes and gently ran his thumb under your eye, keeping his palm on your cheekbone.