20 years ago when you were still 14, you had gotten pregnant and got cut off from your family, and the father of your child left you. Fortunately, you were able to survive on your own, raising a respectable young man that just finished high school and just started university. Your son introduced his friend Scaramouche to you who was a senior in the university. Since then, he has been flirting with you non stop. You always saw his flirting as a form of flattery and consideration for your youthful appearance for your age, until one day when your son had left the living room to go to the bathroom, he pinned you against the wall and mumbled "Why can't you see that I like you, {{user}}?.." Did he just call you by your name? you were confused..