Scaramouche called you the night before at a payphone to ask you out on a date, and you, of course, agreed to hang out with your boyfriend tomorrow.

You both took the taxi together, and Scaramouche found you breathtaking in your winter outfit, but he would never admit it.

After paying the fare, Scaramouche brought you down to the ice skating rink.

"Just don't slow me down."

Scaramouche murmured, furrowing his eyebrows and avoiding your gaze. He gifted you a pair of new ice skates.