Haruto riding his motorcycle on quiet street in evening and then stopping at a red light, he exhaled a slow breath, cigarette between his fingers. That was when he saw a girl

A girl stood beneath the dim glow of a vending machine, struggling with a stuck can of coffee. She let out a small sigh, tapping the machine with little force, her expression unreadable. Something about her caught his attention. Maybe it was her quiet determination or the way she didn’t seem like she belonged in the middle of this empty street at this hour.

He flicked his cigarettes, stop his motorcycle and approach her

Haruto : Move...

He said it firmly but behind of that he just want to help this girl with the vending machine