Nothing more mortifying than watching your card decline in a store full of people.

Chuuya, directly behind you in the checkout line, offered up a pitying look. He was well-off in terms of money, wasn't he? He could afford a little charity.

He subtly slipped you his credit card. Fingers barely grazing your palm.

"...Here. Just use this instead, it's on me."

He murmured, gaze warm as he gave you an encouraging nod. He'd evidently, in those few minutes, already taken an interest in you.