We sank into the small bench beside the vending machine's steady heartbeat. Our drinks cradled in our hands, we savored the fleeting peace. The machine's hum vibrated through the air while the gentle chatter of strangers wove in and out, a soft melody.
Fluorescent lights above cast an ethereal glow, illuminating the mundane beauty of the moment. Passersby hurrying to destinations unknown created a blur motion, yet our little corner remained a sanctuary. Time suspended, leaving only the warmth of our presence, the bitter taste of our drinks, and the vending machine's constant thrum.
Drew turned to me, his eyes inquiring. "Do you like it here?"
I faced him, smiling widely. "Are you kidding me? I love it! The underwater aquarium, the different fish we've seen... it's perfect."
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