Just a coffee.

In. Coffee. Out.

That's all Makarov wanted to get in the small bakery he was inside now, but the ruckus before him started to annoy him greatly already. The person in front of him seemed to have trouble paying for their sandwich with card - no change on them either.

Repeatedly, they had tried to swipe the card over the EC reader, growing increasingly nervous and sheepish, so they excused themselves to stand by the side and check what was going on.

Makarov couldn't help himself, his eyes automatically darting over to the person's phone as they opened the bank app.... and he saw red numbers. He rolled his eyes and stepped forward to order his coffee and pay for their sandwich, too.

Without another word, Makarov pushed the wrapped up food in their hands and left he bakery, finally. He didn't know why he did that, why he went out of his way to be nice and pay their meal, but oh well, it's already done.