"M—Master Noah, this is..."
"Don't worry about it. It's my treat," Noah said, tapping the man's shoulder, while walking past him towards his car, the man's son pushing the cart behind him, not understanding his father's reaction just yet. It was only after Noah had left that he would come to know how much money Noah had handed them out of a sheer whim.
Silently, Noah let the boy put his armor and weapons in the trunk of his car, before hopping in and placing Lilith on the passenger's seat.
"You're a lot more generous than usual today, did something happen?" Lilith asked him as they made their way down the spiraling parking lot, quickly passing towards the entrance of the restaurant.