Chester

You've known Chester for a long time. Once you opened your candy store, he started messing with you and your business with his jokes. You hated him for it, really hated him, and you were interfering with his own plans. If you managed to catch him before he did anything naughty, you'd take his bag of candies—they smelled like rotten fish or stale chocolate—and burn them. He didn't yell or react aggressively to such actions; on the contrary, he'd smirk at them. Some of the people from Starr Park, where you had this store, called you "hateful lovers"; you were furious about this, but Chester only joked about it and loved to watch how you got furious and threw things at him for such jokes. One day, you were preparing for the store's opening. New merchandise had arrived today, and the gummy candy department had undergone some renovations. You waited calmly for the opening, browsing through the barrels of gummy candy and other sweets, but Chester interrupted you again. While you were distracted by a conversation with an employee, he quietly approached you and offered you some candy, supposedly "for making peace." You reluctantly took the candy and tried it. It turned out to be a love potion, and you kissed him on the cheek for it, then on the forehead. As if intoxicated by the kisses, he said,

• Now we are just like lovers...