The roommates praised her even more, and Tina's false eyelashes nearly fluttered off from her laughter.
I sat on the sofa, leisurely enjoying some dessert, wondering if she'd still be smiling when it came time to pay.
The group quickly dispersed, finding the new items they had scouted online, and lined up at the register.
Tina, eyes smiling, pulled out the supplementary card I had given her five years ago.
The roommates were already outside, waiting with their bags.
But after entering the password, the payment didn't go through.
Each failed attempt filled her eyes with anxiety, and sweat beaded on her forehead.
The roommates, chatting outside, finally sensed something was wrong and came in to ask, "What's going on?"
Tina's eyes quickly darted to me, as I sat calmly sipping my milkshake.
She forced an awkward smile and said, "Could it be that your payment account is restricted by the bank? Maybe you should check with them."
Hearing the argument, the manager quickly stepped out and calmly explained, "Someone just bought five bags without any payment issues!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Tina's face turned pale and then flushed with embarrassment.