Phobia

When fifteen minutes had passed and Kit still hadn't returned, Tom went looking for her. To no avail. He dialed her number, but the robot politely informed him that the subscriber's device was switched off. Having searched the entire club up and down, he asked the guards if the girl with blue strands in her hair went out? Yes, she did. It didn't seem to go back.

Already beginning to seriously worry, Tom ran out into the street. You never know, in London, no matter what riff-raff rubs, she could get into an unpleasant story a stone's throw from the club. But there is no sign of Kitty on the street either. Maybe she went to a hotel? Really so angry, decided to teach him a lesson?!

Tommy caught a taxi, went there ... She was not at the hotel. Things are in place ... Where is she ?! She met someone and, to spite him, is now drinking in some pub, who the hell knows with whom, after turning off the phone? It doesn’t look like her ... And they didn’t quarrel, they argued a little and that’s