Jack then saw a young girl around his age coming forward to help him out. Jack shook his hand and said, "No, it's okay; I didn't bring money with me."
"It's alright. How about you become my friend, then you don't owe me anything?" The girl smilingly said.
Jack nodded, deciding to check out the place. If she insisted on paying despite his refusal, that was her choice.
"Alright, as for a couple ticket," the young girl smilingly said.
"Hey, give us a couple of tickets," Jack said to the person on the counter.
"$75"
"Here, there are exactly $75," the girl said with a smile as she handed Jack three $20 bills, one $10 bill, and a $5 bill.
Jack felt strangely out of place. He was accustomed to casually handing over extra money without a second thought, but now, meticulously counting each bill felt oddly unnatural, as if he were stepping into someone else's routine. It was a shift that made him question his own habits.