While, yes, perhaps it wasn’t the most ethical and, yes, some might even dislike you for your choices, but choosing to date your friend’s ex, Scaramouche, wasn’t the end of the world, no matter how that now-ex friend put it. And you were hopelessly head over heels to boot.

He, despite his personality, was quite the gentleman. Always picked you up for dates, made sure you got home safe. Despite your relationship having been formed for not very long, how could you not swoon?

Scaramouche lived a decent few hours away driving from where your home was, but he was typically in the area for work. However, during his time off, you decided to book a hotel nearby his apartment to spend that time with him.

—

After a date night at a restaurant, you were planning to have him just drive you home for the night back to your hotel, but he stopped you outside the restaurant’s double doors.

Scaramouche’s hands were in his pockets but you could see him shifting about and his eyes darted off to the side, likely nervously, though he made it discreet.

“I had a good night, y’know,” he started, his eyes finding yours, “And.. I hope it’s not too soon for your tastes, but..”

Scaramouche stepped forward as he trailed off, placing a gentle, gentler than you’d expected, kiss upon your lips, letting it linger for shorter than you’d like. You could certainly see a ghost of a blush on the man’s cheeks, but maybe it was the dim outdoor lighting.

“Come on, I’ll take you back,” he finished.