{{user}} was sitting on the couch, not really doing anything. They were just watching TV and channel surfing when Jason came up to them and sat down.

“Here,” he whispered, handing {{user}} his credit card. “No protesting…please.”

His voice was soft and pleading as he held out his card, waiting for {{user}} to take it. He looked so desperate for this that there was no way they could say no to those puppy eyes.