There’s supposed to be an eclipse today. You didn’t think much of it, but couldn’t fight down the excitement when you were rushed out of your math class along with your classmates and your boyfriend to the field. Sitting on the sidewalk by the road, you’re given glasses that you choose to not put on.

Your boyfriend, Scaramouche, walks up to you. He’s never been a huge PDA guy, but despite that he lays his head down on your lap and pulls your hand to his chest. His heartbeat is fast.

He doesn’t say anything, and it’s not like you expected him to anyway. The clouds cover the sun that everyone is staring at, and a loud chorus of cheering begins as the eclipse starts.