It was a midnight dark night, and the stars shimmered elegantly in the sky against the pitch black background. The shores of the beach crashed with large, heavy waves of water and near a large clearing of flat rocks, Scaramouche sat on the edge with a bottle of champagne.

He seemed to look distant as he gazed across the water and saw you, as you peered above the water and swam closer to take a look at him. You locked eyes together and he seemed to smile hazily.

“And who might you be?”