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7: 𝘼 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠, 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧

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Arlecchino's hardened expression graces my eyes, "Who told you?" She asked.

I raise hands up in surrender. "No one."

At my reply, a minute of hesitation passed before Arlecchino dropped her glare and pulled her hand back to her side, now keeping a small distance between us. I feel a twinge of pain on my shoulder— her hold on me was suffocating.

She crosses her arms and asked, now sounding more unsure than hostile. "Was it that obvious?"

Was it obvious? Ah, let's see... Keeping a gift  from Furina so close to her, holding eye contact with her in any given moment, the subtle flirty tone in her teasing... Even though I just met her for the second time, that 20 minutes on the table was more than enough for me to tell she likes her. Heck, the fact she didn't notice I was looking at her longer than any normal person is morally allowed to should be enough of a tell tale that her attention's completely on Furina.

Telling all that will make anyone who's crushing embarrassed though, I'm not that bad of a person.

So, I answered with another truth on my half. "I lived with a dad obsessed over my mom, I know what a madly in love person looks like."

When I said that, shock became present on the Red Bull driver's face. There was no shame, she made no effort to deny my exaggerated claim and— well, shamelessly nodded. Further on confirming my suspicion.

Slowly, Arlecchino lowered her intense gaze and asked with more leniency. "What do you plan to do? Tell her?"

That's a bit cliche for me to do. "No, why would I do that?" I put my hands onto my hips, "I just asked a yes or no question, not a threat."

Arlecchino's unsmiling face shifts, suddenly cautious. "Then...?"

I squint my eyes and threw a smirk at her. "Want help?"

"Help?"

"Hmmh," I nodded my head, "Yeah, help." I repeated.

"I had a lot of people in my playlist, eh, mostly women— I can surely help you. Have a few tricks up my sleeve."

Arlecchino looked puzzled at what I said, just like any other person I've told the playlist's existence to."What do you mean?" She asked.

I quickly answered with the same thing like I always did in the past. "Playlist— people I've been with, just a term. Sounds prettier in my ears."

Arlecchino's face slowly shifted to realization then it turned into confusion, I'd explain more but time is of the essence. "Let's talk more next time, 'bout time we head back to our individual garage, right?"

The driver lifts her wrist, looking down to her watch, probably a Louis Monet or something luxurious, before sighing to herself. "Right..." She glances up to me, gaze now less strict like it was before, but it's not the one she quietly expressed to Furina earlier. "__, I'll think about your offer."

Despite the docile expression, Arlecchino's tone of voice didn't change. "... This conversation reaches no one."

"Keep your mouth to yourself." She added.

At lease she didn't make it sound rude, so I replied. "Mouth zipped, don't worry."

Oh, she's definitely going to take it.