Ultimately, this whole situation was above Freya's head, but she reasoned that, even if this guy was an asshole, nobody deserved to be tiny and naked, begging a stranger for help. She thought about it for a few more seconds, wondering if there was a way she could pretend none of this was happening.

"Okay," she sighed, "I'll help you."

"Really?" Jack took a step forward and fell to his knees. Was this nightmare truly about to be over? "Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he clasped his hands together as if in prayer to the giant goddess granting him life.

Freya couldn't help but smile. He really was adorable. "I'll make up an excuse and try to get off work early. You okay to ride in my apron for a bit?"

"Yes, goddess. Of course."

"Wait, what?" Freya giggled. "What did you call me?"

Jack realised what he just said. "Sorry! Force of habit..."

"It's all good. For the record, just Freya is fine. And what's your name?"

"Jack. My name's Jack. Thank you, Freya."

With that, Jack was returned to the large pocket of Freya's apron, where he shared space with a notepad, a pen and her phone. The ride was bumpy, but compared to Zoe's bag, this felt like first class comfort.

True to her word, Freya went to her supervisor with an excuse about stomach cramps and the beginnings of a migraine and was compassionately dismissed for the rest of the day. Jack worried that Zoe and Jacki would figure out that their waitress was taking him. What if they followed her home? What if they stole him back? He'd be a dead man for sure. No, everything was fine. No need to be paranoid. 

Freya left the restaraunt through the back and walked the quietest route home, taking occasional glances down at her tiny passenger. She wondered what he'd been through. How long had he been like this? She figured there would be time for questions later. For now, she just needed to get him home.