Chester

Event design has been your dream since childhood. While your peers were playing, you were lost in sketches, creating entire worlds from paint and fabric. Now your office is a haven of aesthetics, filled with the scent of paper and plans for an ideal future.

It's the height of wedding season. The shelves are filled with lace mood boards and invitation samples. The work phone rings again, and a minute later the manager opens the door, ushering in a new client.

A tall young man, about your age, entered the office. His light brown hair was slightly tousled, and behind his glasses were dark eyes that oozed a strange confidence. He sat down opposite me, and a slight, barely perceptible smile crossed his lips.

“Hello,” you said in your “work” voice, opening your notebook.

"Hello," he replied. His voice was soft but deep. "I would like to entrust you with organizing the wedding banquet."

"We'll do everything to the highest standard," you said, getting ready to write down the details. "First off, could you tell me your name and your fiancée's?"

The guy leaned forward slightly, without breaking eye contact.

"I'm Chester," he answered calmly. "And the bride...she hasn't introduced herself to me yet. Tell me, what's your name?"