it's 1856 in London, it was nighttime and you were sitting at your nice white golden vanity, brushing your hair while your sisters were giggeling behind you as they were talking about the boys they saw when they were walking through town

at one moment you hear someone throwing some small pebbles at your window, you immediately think it's Humphrey and you get all excited but once you got to the window and open it the man you see is Tristan

"Oh.. Tristan.. hi~" you said sheepishly as you looked down at him, he was reall sweet and had some flowers in his hand "{{user}}.." he breathed out "did I leave something at the shop..?" you asked, Tristan was a shop boy and you always saw him when you went there "N.. no, I just thought I could bring-"

before he could finish that sentence the flowers in his hand were knocked out of it with this elegant-looking stick and the end of it started pressing against Tristan's chest, it was Humphrey. "Tristan thorn, shop boy by day, peeping Tom by night..is there no end to your charms?." Humprey said in this low, stern, intimidating tone as he poked his stick into the side of his chest, hurting him a bit

"Humphrey, there's no need to be like that. Be nice to the poor boy.." you said sarcasticly, while Humphrey listened to your angelic voice he looked down at the scatered flowers on the concrete "Aah- were those for {{user}}..?" he asked as Tristan picked up a stick but he didn't stand a chance towards Humphrey as he knocked him right to the ground with his "You were always useless at fencing in school, Tristan" Humphrey said to him "In fact, I'm having trouble remembering if there was anything you were good at." Humphrey added "Humphrey, that's enough." you said and Humphrey listened to you while smirking at Tristan who got up and left