Prompt 21, Colas
He'd passed the shop on his way in, but the vending machine hadn't caught his eye then. Returning, the pressure off, he noticed the friendly glow lighting the enticing picture.
Halting the DOMO, he got out, walking over, contemplating the machine and the choices it presented. Thinking of the long flight home ahead, his mouth suddenly felt dry. Now there was nothing he wanted more than a cold bottle from that device. He patted his uniform, realizing he was missing something important.
"Hey, Scott? Got any money?"
"Yeah, Virgil." A pause. "Why?"
Sheepishly, he explained, "I, uh, want a Coke."