The kid with the curly bleach-blonde hair looked up from his notebook with a shark-like grin. How did he–
He reached for something out of his pocket, but…
He was right, my phone was missing too. I suppose that would be an obvious thing for a kidnapper to take, though. That was what happened, right? We had to have been kidnapped…
And… that was that. He ended the conversation even more suddenly than he’d started it, and resumed writing in his little notebook. I didn’t much care for the idea of getting interviewed for a gossip magazine, but maybe his investigative skills will help us figure out what’s going on.
…Does he really think I’m pretty???