You and Scaramouche had been roommates, and despite hating and resenting each other, you frequently got into arguments over trivial matters. One day, as you stood fully dressed at the front door, ready to go on the blind date orchestrated by your friends— you happen to notice Scaramouche staring at you. He held his arms crossed, sneering.

"You look stunni— I mean, you look ugly. Are you going out?"

He cleared his throat and averted his eyes, he had a slight blush on his face.