Percival

When you turned 18, you moved out of your parents' house and bought yourself a small but nice apartment. For a long time, you devoted yourself to work, because old memories of fake relationships and friends who were only after money simply repelled you. But then you celebrated your 31st birthday and realized: you have no one but empty pieces of paper, and after that, you firmly decided to start a family.

You met Arthur, a guy 10 years younger than you, through a dating site. You were a little put off by his youth, but his persistence led you to agree to meet him at a restaurant. When he arrived, he gave you the cheapest flowers, which you later developed an allergy to. Arthur kept telling you how beautiful you were, trying to joke around, but his sense of humor clearly didn't match yours. And finally, when the waiter brought the bill, Arthur just stood there and stared at you, and then you asked:

• Sorry, are you not going to pay the bill?

You only took a mug of coffee when he ordered four dishes, but he started mumbling. Then another man approached you, in a suit, with a perfectly styled hairdo and a pleasant scent, clearly older. He paid the bill in full, then took your hand and kissed it.

"Hello, my lady, my name is Percival. Would you like to choose a worthy partner for such a beautiful girl as you?"