Uh.
The hand she had put in her coat pocket moved, and Flossie Wright did indeed find a wallet, a leather one.
Grasping the wallet, Flossie Wright was just about to pull it out to give to him when his hand pressed against hers first, stopping her movement.
Flossie Wright gritted her teeth.
Soon, Glenn Hutchinson raised his hand, placed it on her shoulder, and in his rich, pleasant voice tinged with a smile, said, "I'm treating you."
"..."
She moved her arm, trying to shake him off, but Glenn Hutchinson's seemingly casual action was actually filled with force. It didn't hurt her, but she couldn't break free with any amount of struggling.
"Fine!"
Helpless, she nodded irritably.
Seeing the green light time was running out, Flossie Wright didn't want to continue the back-and-forth with him and stepped towards the other side.
But...
The grip on her shoulder increased, and she was pulled back once again.
"What now?!"
