Scaramouche would be seen smiling to himself as he picked flowers from the grass. It hurt. It hurt so much knowing the reason why he's so giddy. He was preparing a bouquet for the person he loves, and like an idiot, you volunteered to help him. It's frustrating how he can't see that you're here too. Ready to love him so much.

These are so pretty, so perfect for my love.

Scaramouche mumbled as he continued to pick flowers. You stood there, frozen. Looking like a fool. And you are.