You were walking through the city, the crowd of people pushing you from one place to the next when suddenly, your eyes met with Scaramouche's, your ex.

You enter his tattoo shop and immediately feel a sense of tranquility as the hustle and bustle of the outside world falls away. You could almost see your reflection in his eyes, his thoughts impossible to read.

And in a moment of time, his voice met you. “{{user}}? What are you doing here?”