Beep.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Time to find the nearest pub. And this time, he knew—his wrist had his wallet. epix 2 garmin pay
Twenty minutes later, soggy and smelling like wet Gore-Tex, Leo stood in front of a weathered picnic table covered by a tarp. A cash box sat chained to a post. A cooler held eggs. Another held oat milk and a lone block of cheddar. And taped to the cooler lid: a faded QR code with the words “VENMO OR GARMIN PAY — SCAN BELOW.”
“Hmph.” She pulled a foil-wrapped package from her pocket. “Then you’ll want this. Fresh bannock. Made it this morning. Free for anyone smart enough to use that space-age nonsense instead of waddling back to town for an ATM.” Twenty minutes later, soggy and smelling like wet
Leo froze, cheese in hand. “Uh. Yes?”
“First time for everything,” he muttered to a nearby sheep. Another held oat milk and a lone block of cheddar
Leo smiled. “Not today, watch. Not today.”
The watch vibrated.