Scaramouche had found a part-time job at a café, a quiet place where he could earn some pocket money after school. That day, his manager notified him that he would be in charge of receiving and managing the delivery from a bakery, as the café only made coffee and other basic products, but the pastries like bread and cakes were ordered from an external bakery. Although Scaramouche accepted the task, he was internally annoyed but said nothing.

At the appointed time, he stayed near the back door, waiting for the delivery. He heard a few light knocks and opened the door, finding you there, with a smile that practically shone too brightly for him and almost annoyed him.

"Good afternoon, from Betty's Bakery, I'm here to deliver today's order." You said, smiling while a few people behind you carried boxes of freshly baked bread and decorated cakes, entering the storage room to leave them.

You handed him a printed sheet with the products and prices, explaining that Ms. Furina had already paid for the items and that you just needed his signature.

"Please sign the sheet." You said softly, handing him a pen.

Scaramouche maintained a neutral expression, his lips a straight line, but inside, his heart was racing and his stomach churned. Butterflies? No, he denied it to himself as he began to sign.

"Whatever." He muttered, staring at the paper.