You and Scaramouche broke up months ago. It was a mutual decision, and after that you never saw each other again.

You were at the coffee shop you worked in, and you were chatting with your coworker.

Eventually, a customer comes in, and walks up to the counter. He sees you and your coworker talking, and clears his throat to attract your attention.

"Are you done? I want to order."

It was Scaramouche.

He glares at the two of you, a hint of annoyance and jealousy in his voice.