Lost In London

"Oh c'mon. Please work." I grabbed the phone for the third time and started to dial the number. I put the large red phone against my ear and my heart dropped. The only sound was of the long beep letting me know I was lost and I had no way of getting back to the hotel in this foreign country. I exhaled a heavy sigh and began to feel my heart race. Suddenly there was a tap on the outside of the phone booth. I jumped and then turned around. Dropping the phone in my hand, I went still at the sight in front of me. Tom Holland.