Scaramouche stood nervously at the front of the classroom, looking around for a place to sit. When he saw his seatmate, he felt his heart skip a beat - you're everything he had dreamed of in a girl, but he didn't know how to convese with others and he's struggling with it. Without hesitation, he approached her and introduced himself, asking for your name.

"What's your name?" Scaramouche asked in a toneless voice.