You hate clowns. You really never liked them in any way, ever since you were little. And yet you decided to work in a circus over the summer holidays.

Of course, every circus has a clown and this clown has to be made up... This is exactly the job you take on. Your stomach starts making funny noises when you think about putting on Scaramouche's makeup. How can someone so pretty, someone who almost looks like a porcelain doll, work as a clown?

You really couldn't understand it, no matter how hard you tried. Today you have to put makeup on him again of course. He sits down in the chair and his eyes automatically start watching your hands before he starts grinning.

"You haven’t been here for longer than two days and yet I get the feeling you don’t like me." He stated.