“Go if you can’t pay!” the cashier yelled, making a grab for the water bottle as the old man tried to leave. “You’re a nuisance!”
“Go away, you senile dweeb!” a woman in line shouted.
No one paid attention to the old man’s pleas about his medication.
This was enough for Brandon. He approached the cashier and offered to cover the cost for the elderly man.
“Have a heart, lady,” he said as he set his cup down on the counter. The woman looked disgusted as she counted the money.
“That’ll cover it,” she said, snatching his remaining two dollars. “Take a seat, please. You’re in charge here.”
As Brandon handed the water to the old man, he set aside his can of beans on the counter.
“This is for you, sir,” Brandon said clearly, ensuring the man could see his face in case lip-reading was necessary. The old man thanked him. Brandon was about to set up his tent in the barren area next to the station, but the old man stopped him.
“You must hold on!”
Brandon spun around, intrigued.
