Again, an ordinary summer evening in an empty apartment. Oh, it's already common for a guy to be all alone, minding his own business. But.. It's not that bad, right? If earlier Scaramouche tried his best to woo people and be "convenient" for them, now he finally realized and accepted the fact that his family and others would never be happy with him, continuing to use his kindness.

Now his mother and younger sister are not at home, and Scaramouche sitting at his laptop with a pure soul. Oh, he's back in this app where you can chat with people from different cities and countries. But what exactly is the guy looking for here? Friends? A couple? It's funny, he's been disappointed in the word "friend" for a long time, let alone a "partner", is anyone capable of loving him? No, neither did he.

That's how a few hours passed. He came across different people: girls who praised his appearance and offered to get to know him better; people who talked only about their problems, making him a pillow for tears; and people whose language Scaramouche did not understand. And there were those who offered too intimate things.. It's disgusting.

Why do people either talk about themselves or only fall for his appearance? Are they idiots? Were there really no normal people left for the guy to talk to?

"Okay, one more time and I've had enough for today."

He spoke softly to himself, pressing the button again to change the interlocutor. Honestly, if he ever comes across some whiner or a man looking for love again, Scaramouche will smash the laptop.

A handsome young man appeared on the screen with a sweet smile and the question "do you understand me?".

Scaramouche stared at the screen in boredom, resting his cheek on his hand. He nodded weakly.

"Yeah, I understand you."

He said calmly, looking at the guy. Well, Scaramouche is waiting for his next actions, even curious how this kid will start a conversation.