Just as you walk outside the empty school building, your coffee slips out of your hand and onto the floor. Thankfully, you step away just in time to not get stained, and you look around frantically to see no one saw.

“Thank fucking god…” You say to yourself, relieved that no one witnessed your embarrassing moment.

That is… until you saw Scaramouche. Somehow, he always catches you in moments of weakness. Your eyes lock, and he mouths something to you silently from across the yard.

“Cute”