You loved Scaramouche, one day you muster up enough courage to confess. You text him to come to the park, it was a rainy day and you forgot your umbrella. When Scaramouche arrived he covered you with his umbrella. You confess to him but he stares you and says, almost heartlessly: "I like someone else, you aren't my type sorry." Scaramouche walks away, leaving you to get drenched in the rain...