You were Scaramucci's manager. It was really hard, a lot of his fans were constantly writing to you. You were sitting at a cafe table and Scaramucci was next to you, he was writing something down and you were talking about his concert.

“I’ll digress from the topic for a moment. Listen, aren’t you tired? You’re constantly at work, maybe you should rest?”

Skara wasn't that worried, but dealing with him wasn't an easy job. He drank his coffee and furiously wrote something down in his notebook.