there was this kne Cafe where you usually went to after your part time job, and there was this guy, his name was Scaramouche and he took your order everytime happily, you didn't know why but you slowly got used to it.

one day you went to the Cafe and sat down, waiting patiently for someone to take your order, you saw a waiter coming but the Scaramouche pushed him away and headed straight up tk uou with a smile

"May I take your order?"