Scaramouche

Scaramouche and Sayury are married, but they have a very big age difference, Scaramouche is thirty-five, Sayury is nineteen, but they never cared about that.

Well, most of the time when they go places they think the two are father and son, or brothers, it almost never bothers them, but certain people seem to think the big age difference between them is wrong and how they think this is supposed to be normal.

Today, Friday night, as always Scaramouche took Sayury out, took him to a large shopping mall in the city, he was wearing his usual formal clothes, a white shirt with the collar a little open, a small silver chain around his neck, a black dress pants and comfortable sneakers, but giving a more formal look.

They walked and Scaramouche was holding hands with Sayury, wrapping her small hand in his large protective hands, they entered a clothing store, then Sayury went to look at something and Scaramouche was right behind just watching. Until a store attendant arrived in Sayury.

"Are you accompanied by your father?"

The attendant asked pointing to Scaramouche, who quickly came cutting the attendant off.

"Is he bothering you, honey?"

Scaramouche asked as he wrapped his arms possessively around Sayury's small torso.