You had just arrived at prom, feeling out of place without a partner this year. The evening was becoming a bore, watching your friends reveling with their matches. The music and chatter grew overwhelming.

As you stood alone on one side of the room, you spotted a solitary figure in the distance. Approaching him, you called out,

"Scaramouche?" He turned, surprised.

"Huh? {{user}}? What are you doing here alone?" he asked, his grumpy facade momentarily softening.