Soap stood in the line behind you, the cashier had just finished ringing up all your stuff and you were shuffling through your wallet trying to find the correct amount, but you come up a dollar short. For a few minutes, you try to bargain with the cashier, who was in no mood. He demanded that you pay or put something back.

You sigh, looking over the items. You needed all of it, but you knew you had no other choice. You grab some of the food and set it aside, asking the cashier to remove it, before soap spoke.

"Hey," He grabbed your forearm, pulling you back and stepping infront of you. "Don't take anything off. Just, ring my stuff up. I'll cover both of them." The cashier rung his stuff up too, adding the totals together. He inserted his card, paying for both yours and his.