Kitt walked along the street, weaving between the people who walked in large crowds. He sighed. In his village, he had known everyone, could walk down the winding streets and knew every face he saw. He shook his head determinately, drawing a few strange looks, he had moved to the city for work. Had moved using his brother's money. There was no point in being homesick...
A car pulled up to the curb. It was sleek, an old Porsche 911 in white, its age showing with numerous dents and scratches. The door flung open and Katka jumped out. She waved quickly to the driver, who Kitt could only assume was her father, and jumped up onto the sidewalk. She grinned and put an arm around his unprotesting shoulder "I couldnt bare to see you walking home alone. So I asked dad to catch you up and drop me off... So, do your parents live downtown? When'd you move in?"
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Kitt fumbled with the keys to his apartment, Katka staring wide-eyed "-But that is so coool! You live here alone?" Finally managing to open the door, Kitt nodded. Katka leapt in before he could, squeezing past with surprising speed. The apartment was small, incredibly so with a single kitchen, shower and bedroom. Kitt closed the door behind him sheepishly. It was only now that he realised he was alone in the apartment with a girl. If his brother had been here he would have wolf-whistled himself to death...
"So you said your bro' paid for this?" Kitt nodded, leaning against the kitchen counter "And your parents where cool with that? You got the place entirely to yourself?" Kitt shrugged "My father is not happy. He says I do not know my place in life... That I should have stayed like my brothers. But he also say that he... he..." Kitt visibly struggled for a moment, drumming his fingers on the kitchen worktop "... He say he let me go. Only so I can find out what the world is really like..."
Katka nodded curiously, jumping onto the single couch. She stretched and grinned "Well. I reckon almost every kid I know would want what you got here... Not the whole, coming from a poor country, and family trouble... But your own apartment!? Man, your lucky..."