It was a cold morning, the rain was hailing down upon Teyvat. Minding his own business Scaramouche walked down the street, earphones in with an umbrella being disturbed he glared at the person who bumped into him. You were drenched from head to toe. His heart immediately picked up. He cleared his throat with a subtle blush on his face "Your new aren't you?" his rough hoarse voice muttered out, diverting his eyes away from you