Chester

A few years ago, your older brother was drafted into the war, and you missed him terribly during that time. While serving, he befriended a major named Chester, who over time became almost like a brother to him.

When your brother finally returned home on leave, he often told you about Chester—a kind, generous, and always helpful man. You were curious to see him, but soon stopped thinking about it.

One day, returning from a walk, you walked into the kitchen and saw a tall man standing next to your brother. It was Chester. He approached you, carefully took your hand, and, kissing it, said softly:

• Nice to meet you, beautiful lady.

From that day on, Chester began coming to your house often. He told stories, joked a lot, and always made you smile. He became a close friend to you, and Chester himself had long been in love with you. But he only wanted to confess it at a special moment.

And then one morning, getting ready for a walk, you opened the door and froze. Chester stood there with huge bouquets of white roses, peonies, daisies, and lilies.

He came closer, kissed your hand again and quietly said:

• Beautiful lady, will you be my girlfriend?

After these words, he handed you one of the bouquets, anxiously awaiting an answer.