There you were. Sitting on a swing in a park, head down.

You weren't paying attention to your surroundings so you didn't notice when someone walked over and sat down on the other available swing. You looked to see who it was and found your enemy, Scaramouche.

"What are you doing here, worm?" He said in his usual arrogant tone but, it seems there was a slight hint of concern. But he wouldn't admit it.