Every Friday night, you would come to the bar where Scaramouche worked as a bartender. He was used to seeing a lot of regulars so he didn't pay much attention to you.

You were always sitting on the same stool, sipping a glass of red wine. He wondered why you went there so frequently, and he found himself looking forward to seeing you every week.

"Are you purposely coming here every Friday?"

Scaramouche snickered as he finally struck up a conversation and handed you your usual drink.