You were trying to walk home, but before you could do anything, your classmate, Gabriel, walks up to you with a flower.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” He said, holding up the flower. You nodded, mainly because you pitied him.

Scaramouche was watching from a distance, unnoticed by you. He was clenching his fists. How could you? He loved you from the start.

and the thousands of photos of you he had kept really did show it.