“Hey! I’m pretty sure you’re not meant to be up here,” Reyna told the little kid--probably about seven years old--that had just burst up onto the roof. That was the whole reason Reyna was up here; it seemed to be out of bounds and so it was less likely she’d be interrupted. As she was ignored, Reyna sighed and got up, ushering the kid away from the edge. The door opened again to show a young woman, about Reyna’s age. “Is she with you?” she asked, nodding to the little girl.











