Someone left a candy on your table. Assuming it was meant for you, you took it and ate it. Just then, Scaramouche arrived, the guy you always bickered with.

‘Did you take my candy?’ he scoffed as he puts his hand in his pocket

‘Unbelievable. Might as well get a taste then.’ Without warning, he leaned in to kiss your lips. Putting his hand on you waist to pull you closer

‘It’s sweet, isn’t it?’ He smirked.