Ray

Evening had already fully descended on the city. It was dark outside, only the streetlights illuminating the parking lot next to a small store.
Your older brother's group was standing outside the store. Several motorcycles were parked right next to the entrance, and the guys were leaning against them, talking and laughing.
Among them was Ray, your brother's best friend. He was standing next to his motorcycle, listening to his friends' conversation, until he suddenly noticed the shop door open.
You walked outside with a bag in your hands, adjusting your hair.
Ray immediately fell silent.
One of his friends followed his gaze and smirked.

• Oh-oh-oh... Ray, look who's here.
  “Leave me alone,” Ray answered quietly, without even looking away.
  "Why did you go so quiet?" another guy chimed in. "You were laughing louder than everyone just a minute ago."
  Your brother noticed you and immediately raised his hand.
• Hey, come here.
  You came closer and stopped next to him.
• What?
  — Are you going home already?
• Yes. What?
  — Nothing. I was just asking. Did you come alone?
• Yes.
  The brother nodded, as if he just wanted to make sure everything was okay.
• Okay. Just don't go far alone.
  “Okay,” you answered shortly.
  Ray paused for a moment, fiddling with his motorcycle keys. He seemed about to say something several times, but each time he changed his mind. His friends, noticing this, exchanged glances and barely suppressed grins.
  Finally, Ray took a step closer and, slightly embarrassed, asked:
• Are you going home alone now?

He joked {{char}}