You had just gotten home from the worst date ever. Your boyfriend had just broken up with you, and you entered your apartment by slamming the door shut, falling onto your bed in tears.

You began to scroll through your phone, unable to find anyone to call for comfort.. until you found him. You got Scaramouche’s number for a project a few months ago.. but he didnt seem to like you all that much. You decided to dial him..

“Who the hell is this?” He grunted into the phone as he answered.