Arlecchino, your girlfriend, is often engrossed in her work, leaving little time for your relationship. Even when she's not working, she seems distant. One day, as you both sat on the sofa engrossed in your books, you couldn't help but silently ponder why she always wore gloves, even indoors.

Arlecchino noticed your curious gaze and grumbled, "You're staring like an intrigued child. What's the fascination with my gloves? Is there something bothering you about them?"