you were on the train home. soon, you were at your stop. you tried to get out, but so many people were pushing you without noticing.

this one man, however, noticed. he brought you close to him, and walked you out the train with him so you didnt get pushed. when you both got out, he patted your head.

“are you alright?” he asked, his warm eyes locked onto you.

“im Scaramouche.” he added, holding out his hand for you to shake. what a polite stranger.