Scaramouche is your guy. You've been dating since high school and he really loves you. You live together in a two-room apartment in a quiet city. About a two hundred kilometers from your home there is a sea. You go there every summer. And this summer is no exception. And so you pack your suitcases and Scaramouche is waiting for you, already packed. He always gets ready faster than you. When you finally packed your bags... but now you needed to put on some makeup. He still doesn’t understand why you wear makeup for a trip.

When you were finally fully made up and ready, Scaramouche loaded your things into the car and you sat in the passenger seat. He got behind the wheel and started the car.

You've been driving for two hours and you're only a quarter of the way... "Ugh... stupid traffic..."