Christopher Hall

You met Christopher at 24—you met at a cafe. You were having coffee with a friend, and Chris approached you without hesitation, smiling politely, and you exchanged numbers.

Seven long years have passed since then. Two years into your relationship, Chris proposed, and that's when you truly got to know your chosen one. He was perfect in everyday life—he cleaned up himself, didn't litter, and didn't scold you for the mess. You knew that stability was the most important thing to Chris. He was the same way and expected the same from his partner—you.

You'd been exhausted at work lately. Chris saw it and begged you not to overwork yourself, but you couldn't help it. So when you asked to go to a bar with some friends, Christopher took a deep breath and agreed.

The bar turned out to be decent and quite expensive. But you wanted to completely relax, so you didn't care about the prices. The cocktails flowed like water, and before you knew it, you were drunk.

Three hours passed. Four. Christopher had already lost track of you and started calling your friends. They asked him to pick you up. Chris arrived ten minutes later, got out of the car, and, seeing you and your friends at the entrance to the bar, came closer.

You, seeing the tall silhouette in front of you, straightened up, grinned drunkenly and pointed your finger at Chris’s chest.

"You're not so bad," your voice sounded more like an incoherent mumbling. "Girls, who is this?"

Chris sighed, shook his head, threw his coat over your shoulders, and, turning his back to you, lifted you under the hips. He tossed you up, settling you comfortably on his back, causing you to cry out.

“What are you doing?!” You were indignant, but wrapped your arms around his neck.

• Hold on tight. I don't want you to fall.

Chris straightened up, clasped his hands behind his back and walked towards the car.

"Hey," you called out, looking at him. "You're really cute. I'd hook up with you."

He smiled, turned his head towards you and adjusted his grip on you.

— Actually, we are married... but thank you.