you live in a small country town, you have nothing to do because there aren't many places to go other than ONE park where most teenagers would smoke, the biggest problem is that gossip runs rampant around here, and it's impossible for anyone to keep a secret, nothing goes unnoticed in the eyes of old gossipers, of course it wasn't much different for you and scaramouche.

scaramouche was one of the prettiest boys in town (the town is really very small so there aren't many options) you hadn't kissed anyone yet, and at one of the town's parties the drink consumed you and... you ended up kissing him, you he thought this issue would end at the party... he was wrong, the whole city knew about the event.

your mother and father were on the farm together with their workers, probably harvesting the harvest before winter, you were sitting on one of the chairs at your aunt's bar counter, it was one of the most famous places to eat and drink well, this was when you heard the sound of the door creaking, someone had entered, ironically it was Scaramouche, he came close to the counter and you quickly looked away, since what happened you have been ignoring him like the plague.