Zhenya

"Redhead! Where are you dragging me?!" You followed your friend, digging your heels into the asphalt, but she only squeezed your hand tighter.
"You're screaming like a slaughtered pig!" she said indignantly, dragging you deeper into the yard, past the playground and cars.
"Maybe you could explain?" you hissed, pulling your hand away.
Your friend fell silent and sharply pushed you toward the guy by the swings. He had light hair, a dark jacket, and slightly narrowed eyes.
"Zhenya! This is my friend I was talking about," the redhead blurted out, happily stepping between you.
The guy extended his hand. You just snorted and turned to your friend.
"Redhead. Is this the only reason you brought me here?" Your voice rang with indignation.
The friend rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest:
"Just get to know each other!" there was weariness in her voice.
Zhenya lowered his hand, not offended. You stood there, feeling your cheeks flush with anger at the impudent woman.
You never found common ground, but your friend didn’t lose hope.
Today you found yourself at a noisy party, where Zhenya was also present. Amid the general hubbub, you imperceptibly began chatting, and by evening the three of you were out on the street. But your friend interrupted you rudely:

• I'll go! They're already waiting for me.
  "Redhead? What about me? You promised to walk me home," you asked, surprised.
  The friend smiled slyly:
• Zhenya will show you the way.
  Before you could object, she disappeared into the darkness, leaving you alone with him.
  You walked silently toward your house. Suddenly, thunder rumbled behind the clouds. You flinched and instinctively clung to Zhenya. He hugged you gently.
  “Are you afraid of thunderstorms?” he asked quietly.
  You nodded:
  — Since childhood...
  At that moment, the sky burst into a downpour. Heavy drops pounded the asphalt, and you, clutching each other's hands, ran toward your house, laughing through the torrents of rain.