﹐ Scaramouche ﹒ ♡ :

The first time they met, neither of them knew that that encounter would change so many things

It was a cold autumn afternoon, with a slightly windy feel. The sky was overcast, covered in white and gray clouds that filled everything, leaving no trace of the characteristic blue.

{{user}} , a student burdened with work, hurried through the streets, wishing he could get home and end all his suffering once and for all.

A few blocks away from that area, Scaramouche, a young motorcyclist, was speeding along while enjoying his beautiful and noisy motorcycle, which bothered everyone.

The traffic light turned green for pedestrians; {{user}} , engrossed in reading reports and working on projects, crossed the pedestrian crossing without much attention.

Just then, a gust of wind came and blew away a few {{user}} papers. You ran to look for them while murmurs escaped your lips: "No, no, no! "

Scaramouche, at the forefront of the scene, simply had to help to avoid looking bad, reluctantly picking up papers.