Infinite Cashback: My Wealth Rebate System

For a moment Jason wondered if he had heard the wrong price.

What the fuck

His face stayed perfectly calm but his brain had already called for an emergency meeting. He had exactly $147.50 in his account. A beautiful number, if the goal was to almost afford something.

So he did the only thing available to him, standing there and pretending everything was fine.

"Okay," Sarah said, blissfully unaware that Jason’s financial future had just been reduced to a margin of $32.50. She turned to Max.

"So how long is it gonna take?"

"I’ll get started now"

Max was already crouched over the phone, prying at the cracked screen with the focus of a surgeon who took his job very seriously and was also, somehow, still talking

"Couple hours, probably. Depends how stubborn the frame is."

A couple hours, wonderful. At least it gave him enough time to fully conduct the meeting in his head

Max glanced between them, and something about his expression turned Jason immediately suspicious.

"So you two might as well go enjoy your couple’s date while you wait."

Sarah froze while Jason blinked with widened eyes and then a full second passed before Sarah’s face went pink.

"Max!" She shoved his arm

"We’re not —! I mean, it’s not —!"

She stopped there, apparently realizing mid-sentence that she’d walked straight into a trap with no clean way back out. Jason waited, doing his best not to look amused and failing slightly.

"We’re just waiting for the phone," she muttered

"Sure."

"That’s all."

"Of course."

"Max"

"Okay, okay." He held up both hands, grinning like a man who’d gotten exactly the reaction he wanted.

Sarah shook her head, grabbed Jason by the sleeve, and towed him toward the door before Max could get another word in though he still managed to call after them

"Enjoy your time!" as the door swung shut behind her muttered,

"Just fix the phone, Max."

Cool evening air. Sarah exhaled like she’d just run a very short, very intense race.

"Sorry about him," she said.

"He’s like that with everyone. It’s not —! I mean, we’re not—"

"I got it" Jason said, and meant it kindly, because watching her flounder was somehow both funny and a little endearing, and he wasn’t about to make it worse.

Sarah turned to him, hands landing on her hips like she was rebooting the conversation from scratch

"So. Where do you want to go?"

Great question

He’d lived three streets over his entire life and could probably name more places where he’d embarrassed himself than places he actually wanted to visit.

"You pick."

"Really?"

"Really."

Also I genuinely don’t know a single business within walking distance that isn’t a laundromat, and I would very much like to sit somewhere quiet and figure out whether I can sell a kidney before Max finishes

Something in her expression lit up before he’d fully processed the shift, and her hand found his she was already pulling him down the street, pointing with her free hand at a storefront still half a block off.

"There’s this café, it’s honestly one of my favorite places, they do this iced brown sugar thing that’s basically illegal it’s so good, and it’s got outdoor seating, and—!"

"Sounds good," Jason said, and it came out steadier than he expected, given that roughly forty percent of his brain was still doing math and the other sixty percent had just noticed she hadn’t let go of his hand yet.

The café turned out to be the kind of place decorated by someone with genuinely good taste rather than a Pinterest board, warm light spilling through the windows, mismatched chairs that somehow worked together, small tables scattered along the pavement under string lights just starting to compete with the fading sky. It looked nice. More importantly, it looked affordable enough not to make his situation worse.

Sarah led him to a table near the edge, and they sat down across from each other. For the first time since leaving the shop, Jason wasn’t staring at a cracked screen or doing math against $147.50. He was just sitting across from Sarah.

That felt like a different kind of problem entirely.

A menu materialized between them almost the second they sat down and none of them had even looked at it, especially Jason

"So" she said, settling into her chair

"I have a theory."

Jason glanced up at her. She was sounding dangerous already.

"You’re a Tuesday person."

He was genuinely caught surprised

"A what?"

"A Tuesday person." She said it like she’d just explained something obvious

"Nothing bad happens on Tuesdays, but nothing good happens either. You just exist through them."

Sarah leaned forward, clearly pleased with herself as she continued

"I’m a Friday person, obviously."

"Obviously?"

"I work mornings at the store, then I’ve got two classes back-to-back that feel like they were scheduled by someone who hates me personally. Then I walk home past three separate dogs that bark at me like we’ve never met, even though I say hi to them every single day."

She shrugged.

"It’s a whole ecosystem."

Jason almost laughed.

"That’s a lot of commitment to a school-work-dog gauntlet."

"It’s character building."

"Sure."

Sarah tilted her head, waiting.

Jason realized she expected him to say something else but he had nothing

Small talk had never been his strongest skill. He could manage conversations when there was an actual topic involved. But this? Two people sitting across from each other, casually exchanging pieces of their lives?

Apparently, his brain had decided to go on strike and Sarah seemed to notice.

"You’ve been kind of quiet."

Jason looked up.

"Huh? No, I’m—!"

"Are you not enjoying coming out today?"

"Huh? No, that’s not it. I’m having a good time even"

Jason, how could you make her feel that way. You’re really ass man

"It’s just that today’s been weird."

Her expression shifted.

"Weird how?"

"I confessed to someone today."

"I know but I didn’t think it affected you till now" She delayed for a moment before asking

"So how did it actually go"

Jason looked at her and then at the table before focusing back at her.

"You’re looking at how it went."

For a second, Sarah just stared before breaking into a laugh

It wasn’t mocking. The laugh simply escaped her, sudden and genuine, because apparently Jason had found a way to summarize getting rejected with the emotional energy of someone reporting the weather.

"Glad my suffering brings you joy."

"I’m sorry." She was still smiling.

"It’s just, you said that so casually."

"How else was I supposed to say it?"

"I don’t know. Maybe look a little more heartbroken?"

"Should I start crying now?"

"No."

"Give me a minute."

Sarah laughed again and something in Jason’s shoulders loosened.

At least she wasn’t looking at him like he was some wounded animal she’d found by the roadside

"You’re taking this better than I would’ve expected."

Jason shrugged.

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Be miserable? Tried that already, it sucked."

This time, he didn’t joke immediately.

Sarah’s expression softened.

Jason continued before he could turn it into something bigger than it was.

"But I don’t want to spend the next few months pretending it didn’t happen and being weird about it."

He shrugged.

"She said no. That’s it. I’ll get over it eventually."

A pause.

"Might as well keep moving until I do."

Jason then looked up at her to see how she reacted, and there was definitely a change in her reaction and it wasn’t pitying

She looks happy? Impressed?

That was, naturally, the exact moment the system chose to show up.

A translucent panel bloomed in the air only he could see, and Jason had to fight very hard not to react to it in front of a girl who already thought his day had been weird enough

Oh good, you again wow. What do you want now

Attraction Level: 21% - 25%

Rebate Multiplier: 1.25x

Jason stared at it

A rebate, I have a wealth rebate system

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