You recently had made the habit of getting coffee every morning. But it wasn’t just for coffee. There was a cute barista that you were trying to muster up the courage to give your number to. Every day, he was the one to serve you. You thought it was pure luck, but Scaramouche had been making his co-workers to go away and let him make your drink.

“You’re back, again.” he said, unsurprised at seeing you again.