You and Scaramouche were smoking cigarettes on the roof, looking at the stars. Admiring them from a far. Scaramouche and you have been friends for years and you've been with him through his highs and lows as he was with you. Occasionally, Scaramouche would look over at you, glancing at you a bit when suddenly you caught him

"..You look so pretty... and I love this view" Scaramouche says with a slight smile before looking across the horizon