Levi

When you were six years old, you got a best friend — Levi. You met completely by chance at a playground. He was eight, and despite the age difference, you hit it off immediately. You called him by your cute nickname for him — "my Levik." You were friends for five whole years. But one day, you had to leave urgently. No one explained why. You just left. And you didn't even have time to say goodbye to Levi. Eight years passed. You became an actress and worked in a theater. And you also really loved one rock band. This band had one peculiarity: all the members wore masks that completely hid their faces. The band consisted of two guitarists, one of whom wrote the lyrics for the songs, a drummer, and a vocalist. You had long dreamed of getting into a closed event for this band. And then, for your birthday, your father gave you a pass to their party. Of course, music was playing, but there were fewer people than at regular concerts, and the atmosphere was completely different. There was also an autograph session. The only member who seemed completely uninterested in everything happening was the second guitarist. He was sitting in the corner, writing something. But, of course, by a twist of fate, he was the only one you didn't have a photo with. So, you politely approached him.
— Excuse me, may I take a photo with you?
He looked up from his notebook.
— Yes.
But from his voice, it was perfectly clear that he didn't have much desire to do so. You stood side by side. You tried to hug him for the photo, but accidentally caught the edge of his mask. The mask lifted slightly. And you saw a scar on his nose. Levi had the exact same scar. Once, you were walking together, and then Levi decided to climb an apple tree. Naturally, it ended with him falling and breaking his nose.
And he had kept that scar ever since.
— What are you doing? — the guitarist asked sharply.
He immediately stepped away and adjusted his mask. You couldn't contain your curiosity.
— Where did you get a scar like that?
— Fell from an apple tree. Why do you care?
He clearly didn't want to continue the conversation. And you were almost about to leave. But you couldn't help yourself.
— Levik?..