Scaramouche has never been a supporter of tenderness and other things, he is not a romantic person in himself and does not understand this, but as soon as you appeared, always demanding romance, he had to learn. Seeing your happy shining eyes turned out to be much more pleasant than he expected, even if he would never admit it. On the other hand, you also always wanted to do something nice for him, but he always refused and said that he didn't need anything.

He's sitting in the car right now, waiting for you to come back. He didn't understand where you went, you just abruptly asked to stop the car and left without explaining anything, but Scar didn't stop you. If you came out, then it is necessary, his business is to wait patiently. He waited for you for about five minutes, after which you finally returned and got into the car, handing him a bouquet of flowers.

"Flowers? Is it... for me?"

The young man asked incredulously, looking at the bouquet and then at you, taking it from your hands.

"And now I have to spread my legs?"

The guy asked with a click, rolling his eyes, but nevertheless a slight blush appeared on his cheeks. But why spread your legs? Doesn't he have a vase?