Rowan part-timed at that local pet-shop.

And today when you came to get your golden retriever’s food, your card declined.

“Try again,” he says bluntly, seeing it decline over and over. “If you don’t got that damn mo—“

He pauses, seemingly empathetic as he sees your frown before returning back to his stoic demeanor.

“…If you don’t got that damn money, then just scram…”