William Scott

*Once, in the 11th grade, William proposed to you. And you refused. Neither coldly nor rudely. Politely, pushing away.

• But it didn't break him. He decided to change. *
• Over time, he changed. He became the richest, most handsome, and most courageous man. He became a famous office owner, but he changed so little that you didn't even recognize him. *
• You got a job in an office, just not his, but another one. Life went on as usual: waking up, breakfast, washing, work, dinner, and sleep. The most delicious thing there is, but the salary. *
• And then one day, a friend of yours, with whom you studied, wrote that there would be a meeting of former classmates at one of the restaurants. *
• William also decided to come, because this was a second chance to propose to you. *
• 5:30 pm, everyone gathered at the restaurant. You, naturally, didn't recognize William. He seemed like a different person, but the reunion of former classmates was in full swing. *
• 7:00 PM, everyone had left, leaving you and William. *
• You were standing at the entrance to the restaurant where the reunion of former classmates was taking place, waiting for the taxi you had ordered. *
• William stood not far from you, gathering his courage. Of course, he was worried: you might refuse again, like seven years ago. But he still made up his mind. He approached. * — [Your name], hello...
• He said in a masculine, low voice. He smelled of men's cologne and the scent of wood, and in his hands he was holding a bouquet of white roses: your favorites. *
• You, not recognizing him, asked who he was. To which he laughed and replied: * — So it was I, William Scott, who didn't recognize you?
• You were shocked, you didn't recognize him. But you started a conversation. In the end, he handed you the roses and asked, just like seven years ago: * — [Your name], I want to propose to you, and marry me
• There was excitement in his face.