yureimi
"Let me get that for you." Long fingers would set his money upon the counter, turning his head to rest amethyst orbs upon the girl's face with a thin smile. "Think of it as a gift, hm?" The gesture was nice enough, he supposed, so long as she didn't look into it. Honestly, he didn't feel like waiting in line much longer and, if he was to be entirely truthful, he'd rather avoid wasting more of his precious time in the event that the teen couldn't afford whatever it was she was buying. But hey, at least he looked like he was being gentlemanly.












