At checkout, he watched the cashier scan everything, the total climbing higher and higher until it finally stopped.
"Two hundred and seventy-four dollars and eighty-nine cents."
Lance exhaled quietly and tapped his card, he made with his cash app, that was where he kept some of his work money.
There was no need to touch the money in his Venmo right now.
Lance grabbed the bags and thanked Tina again, who only smiled waving him off.
She liked nice boys like him, who weren't afraid to put down their pride so they could impress their mama.
"Go impress your mother, sugar. And if she likes my list, tell her Tina said hi."
Benjamin hurried over to help carry the bags to the Cayenne. Lance followed with a mix of panic and gratitude swirling in his chest.
He needed to get home. Fast.
Benjamin drove as fast as he could within the speed limit, weaving through the late afternoon traffic until they reached Lance's apartment building.
