She squatted beneath the arcade of the jewelry store, stretching out her hand to catch the cool raindrops, "It's raining."
Wyatt Wright remained silent, waiting for her next words.
"But I don't have an umbrella."
The rain seemed to dampen her voice, making her sound desolate and vulnerable.
The weather was bad today, and the little sun in her eyes was throwing a tantrum, not coming out, leaving her whole demeanor gloomy and downcast.
She said in a lost, aggrieved, pitiful tone, "Can you come and pick me up?"
"Are you in Seremban District?"
"Mhm."
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
She thought Wyatt would agree, she sounded so pitiful after all.
But Wyatt said, "I can't come to pick you up, you need to buy an umbrella and come back on your own."
Rae Bennett hugged herself, curling into an even smaller ball, her tone carrying a hint of resentment as she challenged him, "Why?"
