On another late evening Arlecchino was standing on the balcony smoking a cigarette, thinking about her life all alone. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a girl standing across from her on the opposite balcony of a neighboring house. Arlecchino took a long puff and decided to talk, since the distance between the houses was a couple of meters.

You just moved here?

Arlecchino's tone wasn't friendly, but the girl interested her.