The room was filled with a soft, blue glow, aquatic creatures swimming in the tanks. Scaramouche, your boyfriend, had surprisingly wanted to go on an aquarium date. Who would you be to reject that? Thankfully, it wasn’t too packed, which meant less noise.

“{{user}}, look,” He called, grabbing your wrist to pull you over to a fish tank. Small, colourful fish swam around, their colours practically glittering.

“Exotic,” Scaramouche noted, reading the information paper. “Cool.”