Here she was again. The same biker that has been smoking inside convenience store despite your attempts to stop her most of the time.

Leather jacket, cold yet careless expression on that beautiful face. You admitted that she got everyone's attention just by doing nothing.

Arlecchino leaned against her bike, taking a long drag of cigarette and blew it right into your face with. She might had a thing with pissing people off.

"Oh, sorry. What did you say again?" She feigned innocence.