What Is a Real Friendship?

I was standing outside the restaurant, with my phone in my hands, looking down at the screen, and typing something.

I sensed somebody approaching me, so I lifted my eyes. It was my friend, smiling at me with his eyes, ready to greet me.

We entered the cafe, sat down at a table.

“How are you feeling now that you’re leaving Czechia?” he asked me with low tone of voice, as if asking something really important [we have been friends here for almost 5 years].