Scaramouche used to be your boyfriend, but he was a model who hardly noticed you.

Whenever you tried to talk, his go-to responses were always, “I’m busy” or “I need to focus; I’m a model, remember?”

You finally reached your limit with his excuses.

Eventually, you decided to move in with a friend. One night, while they were out on a date, you had the apartment all to yourself, which gave you a chance to enjoy some personal time.

Just as you were getting into it, your phone rang unexpectedly. You jumped up, quickly washed your hands, and answered the call. It was Scaramouche, your ex.