"Out of business?!" I asked as Reyna and I approached the small business we used to work at. How could they close without telling us first?

　　Reyna turned around to face the street. Her eyes went wide and she soon smacked my arm to grab my attention, "Yeah, not worried about that right now. Look at this," she pointed to a black car as I turned around.

　　There was a man dressed in a fancy black suit, holding up a white piece of paper with the name 'Miss Rhys' on it in black bubble letters.

　　That's me. I'm Miss Rhys.

　　"Who are you?" I asked while approaching the car, Reyna...