You and Scaramouche agreed to be dating in private, since you were sure that your friends would be teasing the two of you 24/7 if you told them..

And now you were sitting in a cafe with the whole group, but damn... how boooring! All they're talking about is things that don't even make sense..

Scaramouche nudged your foot with his to get your attention, then motioning towards his phone as he sent you a text.

"My brain is gonna rot if we stay here any longer. Wanna ditch them?" it read.