She shook her head immediately. “No, I can’t—”
“It’s okay,” I interrupted gently, already sliding my card into the terminal.
The total came to $163.92. The payment processed successfully, but the receipt printer sputtered violently before flashing an error message. The attendant tapped it twice and shrugged.
“It’ll reset later.”
I didn’t think twice about it. I simply picked up two heavy bags and walked beside her toward the exit, hoping to spare her further embarrassment.