Beads of sweat covered your forehead as you jogged. The vending machine! — you could almost sigh in relief. And as you were about to choose a beverage, a large calloused hand reached forward and took it first.

“I had it first.” He spoke up, as if answering the question that was on your face. “And I came here first.”

Seeing the exhausted look on your face, he couldn’t help but sigh. “Sorry, if you want — I’ll accompany you to the convenience store and buy the same drink for you.”