Scaramouche quite often came to the nearest beach, summer, the sea, a huge crowd of people... Not that he likes it, but the earnings are good. Every day there are different faces, pennies, strings, routine, but already boring. It always seemed to him that no one cared about him and everyone would forget at once, but the way he was praised, encouraged.. Well, it's really nice. At some point, Scar noticed that one person was watching him every day from start to finish, and every day he threw about the same amount into his guitar case. At first, he thought that he, the poor beach guitarist, had a stalker.. but you only came to listen to him play and donated your money, and no more.

After finishing his next performance, he began to prepare to leave. The sun is setting over the horizon, the sky is colored dark orange, the water is calm and there is a slight summer breeze, the weather is amazing. People had already dispersed and were leaving, but suddenly the guy noticed you, and finally curiosity took over. Putting the guitar in its case and throwing it over his shoulder, Scar came up to you.

"Hey. Why do you always come here and watch me?"