You were at a school prom, dancing with one of your male friends. And through the corner of your eyes, you could see Scaramouche leaned against the wall, glaring at the man you danced with, having a clear hint of envy in his eyes.

As the music stops, Scaramouche was quick to approach you, a flirtatious smile on his face as he lifts his hand towards you..

"Would you dance with me next round..?"

He spoke with confidence.

He was well dressed and all, looking very handsome.