"Fine, fine..! I want you back, okay?" Scaramouche grumbles, a red tint spreading onto his cheeks.

After all, if he truly didn't miss you, then why is he suddenly a regular at the diner you work at? You know he doesn't like eating out that much. You know him like the back of your hand.

"..i just wanted to see you. There. Happy now, huh?"

He says. You were just standing there, frozen. He's holding up a long line, the customers getting irritated.

"Anyways, let me get fried chicken."