MAX'S POV.
"Please contact us if you find her," I pleaded to the passing couple as I handed them a flyer containing Sophia's picture and my phone number.
The street of New York seem busy today, and thankfully, half the flyer was gone. I just hope someone comes up with a reasonable information.
Mike approached me with his share of flyers still in his hands. I was glad to see that half of his was gone.
"How is it going?" I asked, even though I could see that he already gave out half of his.
He nodded tiredly, "not bad. But seriously boss, who is this girl? You closed your garage for the day to share out a flyer of her. She must be someone special."
I thought about Sophia's gentle personality, and the way she makes my heart itchy whenever I think about her.
"Yeah, she is special in a w
