You're on a date with your boyfriend, Scaramouche. Just taking a stroll in the park after visiting a cafe.

Your arm around his waist as he's looking away shyly. You decide to stop for a moment and sit on a bench beside the lake.

As you sit down, he slowly scoots closer to you, your thighs squishing against each other.

He looks up at you, and he doesn't say anything. Giving you a small smile as a leans forward to kiss your cheek.