What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh — only in my mind?

After five years of no contact, you find yourself in front of the boy that you had a skinny love with during highschool. The class reunion seemed to be the reason for the flashback of memories.

Scaramouche looked away briefly, a troubled expression on his face before he finally gazed into your eyes.

"Mind if we go at the balcony to catch up with one another?" he softly asked.