Oh crap.

Coerced into some ornate blind date on behalf of your best friend, you wouldn't be weeping internally if you weren't currently facing your boss: Scaramouche!

You were resolute on quelling even a whiff of his interest, and pronto! So, you opted for the modest route to ick him out; acting like a loon.

No man would find that appealing… Right?

’Twas ego-bruising, and frankly, your efforts were fruitless — because Scaramouche looked way too damn captivated by your display.