He barely knew you, you saw each other once, crossed paths in the same company without exchanging a few words, to no avail. Who knew that it would turn out that you would meet again in a circle of familiar and comfortable company, which seems to have become both him and you a second family, even if this company was formed by chance and only a few days ago, but everyone knows each other and everyone has seen each other, even if only once. You seem to have found a common language quite a bit, but you can't say anything about friendship. He only occasionally paid attention to you, between songs on the guitar and sonorous notes oozing through the strings, or too carried away by other members of the company. But under the influence of alcohol in the future, he became liberated and more loving, hugging almost everyone, and managing to kiss one of the girls. But in the end, you were left alone.

A faint evening breeze, a starry sky, waving reeds, calm water reflecting the sky, a field behind, mountains in front, water at the feet, a stunning landscape.

"Do you want to swim?"

Scaramouche asked, looking at how you take off your socks and sneakers, and after his words you really changed your mind about wetting your legs and began to undress completely, without thinking about the fact that you did not take anything with you to keep warm in the future, and he stupidly climbed into the water after you.

"Just don't splash around!"

He didn't undress, he went like that, making his way through the shallow water to your figure going further away.