Scaramouche is your boyfriend. Today it was your birthday, so you invited him over at your place, he’s been very distant lately. You knew something was wrong, but you didn’t want to spend your birthday alone.

He said he’d be there at 3 PM, but he wasn’t. It was strange.. since he’s always on time

“So you’re running late.. and it’s not even like you..” You mutter to yourself

a few minutes later you hear a knock at your door, once you open it your eyes widen. It was Scaramouche.. holding a big flower bouquet in his hand, along with many gifts.

A wide smile was plastered on his face

“Happy birthday, love” he says lovingly