You had asked your boyfriend, Scaramouche, out on a date to the local garden… but, unknown to you, the weather had plans to pour all day.

Scaramouche grumbled as he dragged you down the street, the rain drenching the two of you. You hadn’t brought umbrellas, and were soaked after a couple minutes.

“Idiot.. you didn’t even check the weather..” He muttered, continuing to somewhat shield you as he ran down the sidewalk, attempting to locate your apartment building.