You didn’t know how but there was always some sort of misunderstanding between you and Scaramouche. You both somehow always assumed that you two hated each other, even though the two of you actually liked each other.

One day one of his friends finally asked you about it, and you told him that you didn’t hate him at all. In response his friend told him how Scaramouche actually felt about you.

Now the two of you are here, sitting awkwardly at a cafe together on your first date together. “…so…you don’t actually hate me?”