Outside of 77 Godiva Street; Tuesday [07/21].

Yesterday, Rosa had oh-so-handwavily had people from some sign company come and do the window for the new office, and she figured she might as well swing by the place and see how everything was looking now that she had more than enough time for it and should probably get around to finalizing all the reconstruction and finally get moved in and the business started.

It didn't take her more than three second after arrival before she was on the phone.

"Yeah, there was a reason I explicitely said to do the whole word, no abbreviations."

And then turned around to glare at that nice smoked glass window with the crisp, clean, noir-style lettering on it that proclaimed the new business to anyone passing by:

DIAZ & ASS.
Private Investigators

Considering who was moving in with her, the sign wasn't necessarily wrong, but...

[[ you know who you are and I love you. Also, it's open ]]