A bit overdramatized, but nicely written.
He looked down at his card - one stamp shy of a full set. Gripped by a foolish and uncharacteristic sense of bravery he ordered a large cappuccino and sausage roll. Just before the financial reckoning he stammered "I'll use the card for the coffee." His gaze met with the homely server for what felt like an eternity; in intimate recognition of an act of shared rebellion. Tears welled up in his eyes; it was as though he had carved out a pocket of Elysium in the midst of a monstrous, oppressive system. The coffee was free; but he was liberated.