He stopped near the back aisle. Out in the open. Where people could see. Chauncy hesitated, then followed anyway, his grip tightening around the snacks in his hand. “What you did back there,” the manager said, turning to face him, “that’s not okay.” A couple nearby slowed down. Not obvious. But enough. “I didn’t steal anything,” Chauncy said quickly, his voice low but urgent. “Someone gave these to me outside. I swear.” The manager shook his head.