I Defended a Cashier from an Entitled Customer – Days Later, Her Colleague Brought Me to Tears

I walked up and set the envelope down between us.

“This is yours,” I said.

“Thank you for helping me, but I can’t take your money.”

He looked at the envelope, then at me.

For a second he didn’t move, like he was debating something.

Then he met my eyes and said, very simply, “We love you.”

I actually laughed, this startled little sound that bounced off the candy display.

“That’s not possible,” I said, shaking my head. “You don’t even know me.”

He didn’t rush to explain or take it back.

He just stood there, steady, like he knew something I hadn’t caught up to yet.

“You spoke out,” he said. “You defended one of us.”

I felt my chest tighten.

“But I didn’t see you that day,” I said slowly.

“How would you even know?”

That small, soft smile tugged at his mouth, the kind you give someone when you’re letting them in on a quiet truth.

“We all know,” he said.

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