Mabel Quinn found a spot to sit down. She couldn't handle her alcohol, so she just ordered a few bottles of beer.
One glass of beer after another went down her throat, entering her body, and it felt as if the whole world was in a haze. In this feeling, those worries and troubles seemed to be forgotten.
After about two bottles, Mabel Quinn already felt a bit tipsy, as if there were many things she wanted to pour out to someone, to vent to someone. Half-dazed, she took out her phone and scrolled through the names in her contacts, finally stopping at the name marked "Kyle."
Then, she pressed it instinctively.
A moment later, the other end of the phone came the clear and cold voice, "Mabel Quinn?"
But this voice was almost drowned out by the noise from the pub, so she had to hold the phone up to her ear to clearly hear his voice.
"Kyle... Kinston... hello..." she said, at least she still knew who she was calling at this moment.
