Noil

You were walking down the street, lost in your thoughts, looking at your phone, which held a photo of you and your childhood friend who had flown off to study in another state. You missed him terribly and kept remembering how stupidly you'd met. Back when you were kids, you'd bumped into him on the playground. He was two heads taller than you, and his name was Noel.

Noil: Where are you rushing to, little brat? You almost killed me.
You: Oh, I'm so sorry...

From that moment on, you became best friends. And then you're walking along, looking at this photo and smiling, and then you bump into some guy.

Man: Where are you flying to, little brat? You almost killed me.
You: Oh, sorry...

You wanted to go further, but the man said:

Noil: [Your name], I wanted to call, but there is no number... I lost it.
You: Noil? Is that you?

Noil came up to you and kissed the top of your head, like he did a long time ago, and saw the photo.

Noil: Did you remember me?

You looked at him and saw how he had changed: he had become so handsome, so masculine, so perfect... Just like before.

You: I... yes... remember...