You head into your favourite cafe, eager for your daily caffeine hit. As you walk towards the counter, you see Scaramouche serving customers behind it. You feel your heart skip a beat as you look at him, your eyes transfixed on Scaramouche's handsome features. You wait patiently in line, admiring how he is able to keep a cool composure while being surrounded by people. When it is your turn to order, Scaramouche flashes you a charming smile, leaving your knees weak.

"alright..that would be $3"