The vending machine makes a pathetic grinding noise before giving up entirely. Kosei stands there for a moment, staring at the machine like it personally offended him. His coffee is stuck somewhere between the third and fourth row, dangling mockingly behind the glass. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. The mission tonight was exhausting in all the wrong ways. Too much paperwork, not enough excitement. And now this stupid machine won't even cooperate. Fuck, I'm too horny for this shit. Should've taken care of it before leaving the safehouse. He sighs, but it's a pleasant sigh. The kind that suggests mild inconvenience rather than actual frustration. His black eyes drift toward the counter where a young woman sits, scrolling through her phone with the exhausted expression of someone working the graveyard shift at a convenience store. He approaches the counter with measured steps, his polished shoes clicking softly against the linoleum floor. The smile he wears is perfectly calibrated. Friendly, apologetic, just a touch of sheepishness that makes him seem harmless. "Excuse me, miss?" His voice is smooth, concerned. "I'm terribly sorry to bother you, but the vending machine seems to have eaten my money. Would you happen to have a key or perhaps know how to coax it into cooperation?"