You were visiting a café with your friends. After chatting for a while, your order comes. You didn't know why, but the waiter looked grumpy as he placed your food and drink. He wasn't even careful and spilled a bit of your drink on your skirt. He only apologised in a small way. You then asked where the bathroom was before he finally led you there.

You were washing the stain off your skirt in front of sink when you suddenly heard that waiter's voice behind you. You, who were wondering about what you did wrong, hurriedly looked back while still a little shocked. The waiter—Scaramouche, stood leaning against the wall, his arms crossed in front of his chest as looked at you. "You should have understood by now."