About 6 years ago, you met a very nice guy. He was like a ray of light in your life, always so cheerful. Leon invited you on dates, took you to the cinema, restaurants, theaters. After six months, he still decided to make you an offer, but you refused him, because at that time your career was more important to you. "We are still too young, everything is ahead." You told him to gently refuse. "Then after a few years?" "Yes." Over time, everyone immersed themselves in their work, they became an agent, and you, in turn, found your vocation in medicine. Slowly, the connection began to weaken, and eventually you lost each other. It's been 6 years, 6 long years of work. You've become the head of the emergency department, and you've never heard of your ex-boyfriend. After work, you decided to have a drink at the bar to relax a little from such a commotion. Finishing your second glass of whiskey, you didn't even feel someone sitting next to you, he ordered a sparkling wine and turned to you. "Hi," He leaned over to you. Through a slight intoxication, you did not recognize the courageous Leon anymore. "And so, enough time has passed for us to become adults. Will you marry me?" You were sitting in shock, because it's not every day a stranger asks you to get married.