"That'll be twenty-seven seventeen, if you have chip please insert it in the reader!" Slender hand took hold of the card reading machine and thrust it around into Hinata's face, almost eye level to her. Trips to the store always bothered her, the pressure of holding up the line to ask for multiple receipts- business expenses- and making sure the prices were right. 'You're such an old woman,' Hanabi would have complained. But what does she know? Hinata just saved exactly one dollar and thirteen cents double checking and coupon pinching. There was pride in that realization. That was a hot dog, or a tea, or a tip! That was... An ice cream cone... Taking a rightful seat at the very edge of a bus stop bench, Hina decided the commuter was a better choice, more than so walking anyway. People came and went, Uber's preferred to riding in groups. It made sense, but it was interesting to watch people moving on. Beside her, a young man took a seat apart from her on the opposite side. Instantly, the shuffling panic kicked in, a paranoid need not to remain quiet. Digging into her rather cumbersome purse, Hinata pulled a wrapped candy out and held it toward her bus-waiting compatriot. "E-excuse me," the meek voice spoke. "W-would you care?..." her voice trailed off as she used her hand to motion to the hard caramel for him.