Arlecchino blows the smoke from her cigarette in your face, grinning maliciously. She cocks her head cheekily.

“You gonna kick me out?” She croons, smirking.

Arlecchino came every three nights, always in time for your 12 PM night shift at this convenience store.

And on those nights she would smoke a cigarette inside the store and infuriate you, then amble away and speed off on her motorbike when another customer wandered in.

She always blew you a kiss as she sped away, just for spite.