"Dammit!" Ruby cursed, slamming her open palm against the front of the vending machine that refused to work right for her.
"Whoa," Emma said as she stepped into the break room, "easy there, Incredible Hulk. You might wanna ease up before that vending machine presses charges."
The blonde smirked at her own joke, but Ruby did not find it funny in the least.
"What's going on with you? You've been sort of on-edge lately. Is everything okay?" Emma asked, moving to stand beside Ruby, who was still pressing buttons on the machine and desperately trying to get it to work.
"Everything's fine," the brunette huffed.
Emma was not convinced. "This have something to do with the mayor?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow.
Ruby turned a hard glare on her boss. "Graham told you?" she asked.
Emma smirked again. "No, you just did," she said.
Ruby sighed. "Dammit," she muttered, leaning back against the machine and closing her eyes.
"Hey, look," Emma said gently, "I'm not going to judge. Seriously, I am the last person who should be judging you. I can offer you some advice though, should you be willing to hear it. And if not, then I'm just gonna wish you luck and pray for you that this doesn't end horribly."
With that, the sheriff left the room, leaving Ruby to herself. Ruby cursed again and turned, slamming her fist into the stubborn machine once more. It rattled and hissed, and then there was the metallic thud of a soda can dropping down into the dispenser.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding," Ruby said, as she reached under the flap and pulled out her prize. She rolled her eyes when she saw what she had gotten. "Great. Diet. Just what I wanted."