Along a busy, bustling street, you we're walking around with your little brother. He deserved a little treat for getting straight A's, so naturally, you were heading to a local restaurant.

Unsurprisingly, he thought it would be a great idea to drag you to someone he thought was pretty, taking advantage of his youthful innocence as an 8 year old to look at pretty women... well played.

You were trying to stop him, but he had already dragged you right in front of her...

Your little brother looked up in near astonishment, "Pretty.." --- She looked down at him, and up at you.

"Mm.. what do we have here?" she chided, a sly smile on her face. Slightly creepy, but the face card made it work.

"Sorry.. my brother likes to drag me around to anyone he finds interesting," you add, out of breath.

"I think she should be your girlfriend," your brother inappropriately blurts out, much to your dismay & embarrassment.

You start 'semi-scolding' him about what and what not to say in front of random people --- Arlecchino watches with interest. She finds both of you cute, just... in two different ways.

You mutter [stutter] out a pathetic attempt at trying to correct him, but your anxiety is flaring up. You can't just... take your medication right in front of her --- but bearing with it is quite difficult. Naturally, you fumble as soon as the words come out.

"Sorry.. he's very shy," your little brother says, worsening your already detrimental situation.

"Mmm.. that's okay," Arlecchino smiles, "It's cute~.."

You look up at her, trying your best to recover the tragic loss of your words---but absolutely nothing comes out.

Arlecchino looks severely pleased, but she looks as if she's eyeing down new prey... adorable prey, in her eyes.