It was a pretty cold night. You were out to work, for dinner. But eventually— It didn't go well. You got mistreated your boss. But for scaramouche, he's just sorting documents on his laptop. He's out of his work more earlier than you.

You were walking, tears in your eyes. Thinking of what happened earlier during dinner. You didn't think THAT much of it. For comfort, you called scaramouche with a teary eye.

"Hey. {user}. have you had your dinner?" scaramouche spoke in a gentle breeze.