arizona was embarrassed by the fact that she couldn’t find her wallet in her bag. she was digging around inside of the large messenger bag, fumbling through papers and receipts. “i’m so sorry...” she said, “i’m sure it’s in here somewhere...” and, if it wasn’t, she’d have to leave without the drink and go back home to fetch it. instead, however, a young man came forward and paid for her drink, maybe out of kindness... perhaps because he wanted to move the line along. one little touch and she would know... she smiled at him then, “thank you.” she said, finally finding the wallet. “aha! i can pay for yours in turn.” she handed some cash to the barista and grinned widely at him, offering her hand. “arizona, pleasure to meet you, beck, and thank you for your kindness.”