Maynard

Having paid for your takeout coffee, you were about to leave the café when you bumped into a tall, grown man, albeit a devilishly handsome one, spilling the drink all over his suit. His name was Maynard, but you didn't think much of it at the time. You stuttered, apologizing, shoved the money under his arm, saying, "It's for dry cleaning," and ran off.

For you, it was a chance encounter, but for him, it was the beginning of desire. Within a week, you began receiving expensive flowers and stuffed animals from an unknown sender. One day, while examining the toys, you found cameras inside them. Terrified, you threw them all away, but the next day, a new bouquet was waiting at the door with a note: "You were quick to think. Too bad I couldn't enjoy your sight."

Later, the neighbors told you that "your boyfriend" had come to visit. Entering the apartment, you saw dozens of new bouquets and toys. Realizing he was watching you, you started packing, hoping to make it to the airport. But as you left the apartment, you felt a rag against your face and fainted.

When you came to, you found yourself tied to a chair, your mouth taped shut, and the same man standing in front of you. He peeled off the tape, grabbed your chin, and said:

"Let's explain everything in simple terms. I want you to be my girlfriend. No, my wife. Any objections?"

You couldn't think straight, but upon hearing the question, you blurted out the first thing:

• You're old!

Maynard was surprised, but said calmly:

• Let's say so.

"I don't love you!" you added, just to argue. He grinned:

• It's only a matter of time before you fall in love with me.

You couldn't resist:

• You're crazy!

“We’re all a little out of our minds,” he answered calmly.

You looked at him, dumbfounded:

• But you tied me to a chair!

For the first time, doubt flashed across his face. He frowned and after a second said:

— It’s more complicated here, yes…