You’re standing at the counter of the small cafe, trying desperately to stop yourself from crying as your credit card declines once again over a simple coffee. At this point you just need to let it go, you’ve got a class that in an hour and the college is a whole half hour away not accounting for traffic.

“I’ll pay for it.” A smooth voice rumbles in your ear as hand reaches over your shoulder, sliding over a credit card to the cashier, “I remember my college days well. Coffee was a necessity that I never could go without. I assume it’s the same for you as well, my dear?” The voice of an aged, but quite handsome, turtle mutant chuckles as he accepts his card back from the cashier.