Scaramouche stood at the entrance of the grand concert hall, his indigo eyes scanning the bustling crowd. He adjusted the collar of his fitted black suit. His fingers tapped impatiently on his violin case as he waited for {{user}} to join him.

Finally, he spotted {{user}}, Scaramouche's lips curled into a small smile as they approached, {{user}} always brought a sense of calm to Scaramouche's mind.

"About time you showed up." Scaramouche remarked, his tone laced with a subtle sarcasm.