Your house was set on fire, you call 911 and they arrive with cops and firefighters. You notice this police offer staring at you and taking quick glances from time to time.

"Are you hurt?" He asks, wait. Why does he look so handsome up close? You're still single so.. It wouldn't hurt.

You stare into his eyes for a little bit before he speaks up again. "My name is Scaramouche, you're lucky you're still here. The fire was pretty big." Yeah, and so was the admiration you had for him!