David

The town was full of merchants that morning. You had traveled there from Bethlehem to deliver several rolls of wool that your family had prepared.
It had been years since you last saw David.
Years since they were inseparable.
You finished unloading the wool and started talking to the merchant when you heard voices behind you.
—David, wait.
You turned around.
Zeul, Jonathan, and David were walking a few meters away. David was now a grown man. His face had changed, but that calm gaze was unmistakable.
Jonathan walked beside him as he always had; they had practically grown up like brothers.
David was talking to Zeul when he looked up.
He remained motionless.
Her eyes met yours.
—...Kaya.
Jonathan followed her gaze.
—Do you know her?
David took a few seconds to respond.
-Yeah.
He took a step towards you, still incredulous.
—She was... my best friend.
Jonathan raised an eyebrow, surprised.
—The one from Bethlehem?
David nodded slowly.
So many years had passed that probably neither of them expected to meet again.
David moved a little closer.
—I didn't know you were still living in Bethlehem.
Her gaze drifted down to the rolls of wool.
—Did you come to deliver them?
After a brief pause, she added with a small, nostalgic smile
—And I thought I'd never see you again.