“Did you have fun on your little.. date?”

Arlecchino asks bitterly, her eyes staring daggers into you even from where she was sat on the couch. It was well past midnight by now — had Arlecchino waited up until you returned?

Despite being your roommate, Arlecchino never displayed much interest in you. She preferred to do her own thing. But ever since you’ve started going out, she’s grown noticeably more protective.

Is she jealous?