after your bf, with whom you had a relationship since high school, flew abroad to study, you haven't seen him for six months. of course, you called and texted him but still, it's not the same when he's here.

as on any other day, you were sitting in a cafe, waiting for your order, and texting Scaramouche, asking how his day went.

"here's your coffee." you heard a strangely familiar voice and turned ur head, just to see Scaramouche with a big bouquet of flowers and a big smile on his face.