Scaramouche was your best friend, or, crush if you may say so. But, his heart belonged to someone else, much to your dismay.

“…” You rolled your eyes, a twinge of jealousy pinging in your heart as you watched Scaramouche and some girl hang out at the cafe you worked at. The cafe special to specifically you and said boy. You grumbled under your breath, walking over to take their order.

“Oh, hey dude.” Scaramouche hummed, waving you over.