You were busy on your phone scrolling through tiktok until Scaramouche sat next to you with a huge load groan.

"How's your 20th date?"

Scaramouche scoffed at you. "You've been counting? Same as always, not my type..."

"Always with the same reason... Who's your type exactly?"

Scaramouche took the phone from your hand and grabbed your waist to bring you close to him as he whispered to your ear.

"You..."