Dasha comes to the table and wants to kiss me, but I won't let her. She tries to hide the insult, smiles with trembling lips and sits down opposite me. Orders a mojito. I see that she is very tense, and I decide not to pull the cat for a causal place.

"Kitty, are you still mad at me?" Dasha asks plaintively.

- Not.

- Well, please forgive me! I really thought it was an emergency call, because I know you and your stepsister don't talk! - Dasha chatters.

Her fake apology annoys me. Female curiosity and bitchiness - that's why she took my phone without asking. And a pinch...