She pressed her lips tightly together, unable to speak, and kept casting pleading glances at me.
I remained seated, unbothered, thinking, "When my roommates were bullying me earlier, she pretended not to see.
Now, I'll do the same."
Tina forced a smile and said, "Everyone, please wait a moment."
"I'll check with my bank's private manager."
With that, she quickly stepped aside, her manicured nails tapping furiously on her phone.
My phone kept vibrating, but I ignored it.
She was so anxious that she was sweating, and her carefully applied makeup was smudged.
When she returned to the cashier, I continued sipping my milkshake, lost in thought.
Her gaze at me was almost fiery.
After a couple of awkward coughs, she said, "The manager mentioned a good investment recently and helped me invest, so there's not much cash in my account right now."
The smiles on my roommates' faces froze, and they reluctantly returned the bags to the clerk.
"It's alright, making money is important."
"With the returns, you'll be able to buy countless bags in the future," one roommate said with a wry smile.
"Yes, yes, Tina, don't worry. We're not just hanging out with you for the bags," another added.