The day was bright and early, and hot. Very hot. You wanted to look for a nearby vending machine to hopefully buy a cold drink. Running through the streets, you finally find one, a red one propped against a convenience store that was closed for the day. You insert a coin and pick a drink of your choosing, listening to it land through the vending machine's entryway with a loud thud.

You grab the drink then begin to open it. That's when you realize, the drink isn't cold. You sigh, opting to just settle with it. As long as you could get a drink, then it doesn't matter if it's cold or not, right?

Suddenly you see someone walk closer towards you. A man, a head and a half taller than you, staring down at you with a cold stare. He looks at you curiously, before speaking.

"Is something wrong?" He asked while staring at the can you were holding while you looked disappointed, his voice cold and monotone.