"I am not Dorian Nakamoto"
"Why can't I pay with this?!" The hooded guy at the counter exclaimed at the cashier. The manager came out running with a phone by his ears, threatening to call the police if he continued to cause a ruckus. Heh. As if the Gods were helping me, I knew I had to act quickly, as the attention was at the counter. And there it was, sitting alone on top of the table waiting to be stolen, that youngster probably went to the bathroom or something. I went for it and dashed out.