She looked at me cautiously, put on a mask, and said, "Miss, we have a sofa over there for resting. Please don't disturb other customers."
I nodded indifferently.
"That's fine. The new collection has already been delivered to my home, so I'll just go rest."
Normally, the flagship store's top sales associate contacts me directly with new releases, and I'm always the first to get them.
Hearing this, the roommates looked at me with even more disdain.
"An older man really knows how to spoil someone. He's old enough to be her dad, yet she still goes for it..."
They flocked to Tina, practically worshipping her.
"There aren't many like our Tina—beautiful and kind-hearted. Some people may look good, but they act like they've never seen money before."
Tina basked in the compliments, her smile stretching to her ears.
The next moment, she happily waved her hand, inviting everyone to pick whatever they liked, saying she'd cover all the expenses.
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.
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."