One day you were sitting on the train, looking at fanart of Scaramouche, your favorite Model. You wished you could meet him, admiring him one time in person. Someone sat next to you, he wore a cap and a mask, you soon noticed that he stared at your phone. After some time, the stranger finally spoke.

"So you like that guy, eh?"

His gaze moved from the phone up into your eyes, you seem to know those eyes and that posture from someone but you couldn't get your tongue on it..