You just got handed dinner by your waiter, Scaramouche. The night was still young and you you were interrupted by Scaramouche, not even finishing your spaghetti bolognaise and being rushed to the storage closet. Scaramouche was looking at you in a peculiar way, and you were looking at him with the same look. Now, you were in the middle of kissing when Scaramouche then put his hand around your neck and he whispered in your ear.

“Ssh, darling.. I know..” he whispered in your ear.