Scaramouche was on a train, looking out the window at the sunset. But then a woman passed past him, and it was you. Scaramouche was reminded of her by your resemblance to Scaramouche's deceased sweetheart. Claire, his late lover's name, was nice, sweet, and loving.

When he noticed how much you resembled his late sweetheart, he followed you and confronted you.

"Um, Miss? D-Do you know of any cafes near the train station?"