It's three o'clock in the morning and you're trying to change your mind about her. Yes, that's Arlecchino. As you finish your glass of wine, you only remember fragments of how she left, carrying her shoes in her hands. But you'll never forget that damn red lipstick that drove you crazy. You were in a negative relationship with her, but it so happens that you live together, without the right to move. To her phone calls, you'd say, "Why are you texting me when you're drunk?" Somewhere in the dark, all the same idiotic conversations. "So you're going somewhere tonight?". It's harder for you to get her to listen to the, You're making an effort, 'unable to make a decision' In the opinion of Arlecchino. "Of course, she went back to the club." you say, rubbing your sleepy eyes and getting ready to go to the club for Arlecchino, typing her phone number.