(He is your friend, his name is Scaramouche, you have been friends since childhood. He likes you for a long time, and you like him too, but you cannot confess to each other ..)

One late evening, you are sitting and drinking wine and talking heart to heart and frankly, and suddenly Scaramouche blurted out that he likes you .. "You know.. you're so beautiful, and good or something.. I like you" scaramouche blurted out, then hiccuped