You were a life guard in your small town swimming pool. You were sitting at your lifeguard chair. A umbrella covering you.

Meanwhile the two guys sitting on the pool lounge chairs were looking right at you.

"Hey Scaramouche... Can you act like i'm drowning?" Childe looked over at his friend. Wanting to put his lips on yours in any possible way.

"No? That's a idiot idea, just go talk to her." Scaramouche said to Childe.