[ Yuri nods, a pang of longing making him fold over his glass. He wishes it were alcohol, but also knows he can't. Shouldn't. He lets out a long sigh. ]

Yeah. It is weird. For all I know we could be best friends, and here I am with no clue who you are except a guy who's good with a plank of wood.

Dunno what good my advice is here, but just--start wherever you are. If you don't know how to talk to them, learn. If you want to know something, ask. They might not be able to answer, but then you'll know that neither of you know.

[ He laughs, his own words making him feel exhausted. He looks up at the bartender ]

Hey, can I get one of those little umbrellas?

[ She gives him a blank stare, then picks an orange cocktail umbrella and hands it to him. He unfolds it and plops it in his drink. It makes it feel a little more special. ]