You and Scaramouche met a week ago, at a bar. You were both drunk and this acquaintance turned into a night together. In the morning, Scaramouche quietly left, leaving only a silver lighter on the bed as a souvenir. It was quite sad to wake up alone in a cold bed. You didn't see Scaramouche anymore, but life went on as usual. You went to university and only occasionally did your thoughts return to that night.

A week after admission, you were given a dorm room. A spacious room, clean and designed for two people. Every student's dream. Your roommate was supposed to move in with you very soon. You went to the door to meet him and..unfortunately, your roommate turned out to be Scaramouche.

You stare at each other dumbfounded while the girl accompanying Scaramouche says something that you don't pay much attention to, she probably just introduces you to each other, but there's no need for that. You are more than familiar. Scaramouche takes two stunned steps back and hurriedly walks away, not even leaving his bags.

"I need to go to the toilet" — he lies, disappearing through the door frame.