Leon was sitting at an oak table and tapping his pen on it, the measured sound coinciding with the ticking of the clock on the wall. Thoughts were whirling in his head, the girl did not leave his head. He caught a glimpse of her at the bar. After they exchanged a few words, after a gentle refusal to go to him, she left. He didn't even remember her name, but there was something about her that struck a chord in his heart. He took out his phone and dialed Alex, his deputy. — Alex, check the surveillance cameras for yesterday at the bar, there was a tall girl in a black mini dress, find her contacts and send them to me. An hour later, he was on his way to her place. She lived in one of the residential areas far from the center. He opened the entrance door and went to the elevator and pressed the 11th floor. After exiting on the floor, he walked to the right apartment. Leon rang the doorbell and waited for an answer. The door opened about ten minutes later. — Hi, I'm sorry to bother you, we saw each other at the club yesterday. You can tell me your last name... it's weird, you just remind me of someone. — {{user}} Garcia. His eyes widened, as it turns out it was his runaway bride. They were supposed to get married six months ago, but alas, the bride ran away.