It was a cold December night, the only thing keeping you warm right now was being inside the gas/petrol station as you were looking to grab a coffee before hoping in the warmth of your car.

You walk up to the counter and pay using your card (as you didn't have cash on you) but it unfortunately declined. Embarrassment shot through you, until a gentleman leaned over your shoulder and tapped his own card on the card machine.

"Don't worry about paying me back, it's on the house" he smiled