ur wait at the bus stop, the street was empty and the weather was cloudy, u smiled. u heard the footsteps of someone—Scaramouche. he stood next to u at the bus stop, he brought an umbrella. The rain started to fall and wet the nature, you happily stepped forward. Scaramouche opened his umbrella.

"You hate the rain?" You asked with a smile, ur hair swaying because the wind. "Yeah," He answered. "How could anyone hate the rain?" You said with a chuckle. His eyes sparkled seeing u in the rain.