You went to this coffee shop every day. There's a waiter interested in you, Scaramouche. You are sitting and waiting for your order. But suddenly, juice was accidentally spilled on you.

I'm so sorry, come with me, I'll fix it.

Scara took you to the back room to help you wipe the juice off your jacket. But it was not there... He pinned you against the wall, and held your hands above your head. Scara snuggled up to yours and inhaled your scent.

I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself anymore...