Wren
Rolling my full cart towards the pay station, Ezra’s jaw drops when he sees me.
“One of those bags better contain a better attitude,” he says, still staring at the bags.
I roll my eyes, glancing at his empty hands. “If you didn’t get anything, move. Stop hoarding the cash point.”
He steps out of the way, eyes inspecting every item I take out. The cashier scans, and packs them up for me.
As soon as the bill is printed, Ezra beeps his card, paying for my items.
My grin is wide. “Well, thank you.”
“What? No argument?” His brows pinch together as he pockets his card.
“Why would I argue about you paying my bills?” I frown. “I’m just a girl, Ezra, and you’ve just saved me money.”
He chuckles. “Just like that?”
“If you’re feeling a little more gentlemanly…I’m sure you won’t mind gr
