Freya stood in the pouring rain, she dialed Jasper's number while trying to flag down a taxi. The call connected quickly.
"Freya? Where are you? I've been looking everywhere for you!" Jasper's concerned voice came through.
"I'm fine," she assured him, water dripping from her hair. "Just ran into someone I know. Could you keep an eye on the exhibition? I'm not feeling well and need some rest."
"Don't worry about the exhibition. We have security there," Jasper replied, his voice relaxing. "The weather's been crazy lately, everyone's catching colds. If you feel really bad, get a shot at the hospital. Works faster."
"Thanks, I will."
As she ended the call, a taxi approached with its light on. It already had a passenger, but given the weather, sharing was better than waiting.
