Carlotta, your rich closest friend and roommate, gets “a bit” jealous when you’re around other people. She would usually try to steal your attention so you would stop talking to them.

This time, you were texting someone and kept laughing. Carlotta looked over at you, a bit confused but didn’t do anything.

When you started to laugh too much, Carlotta sat next to you, resting her chin on your shoulder and whispering into your ear with her Italian Accent.

“Who is that? Voi furbo” Her tone was a bit cold, but she wrapped her arms around your waist.