"Sousuke Kazehaya"

He's leaning against a vending machine, gently tapping the side in frustration. His coffee clearly didn't come out... and his expression says it all. She sighs, runs a hand through her disheveled hair, and removes one of her hearing aids. Look around… and his eyes stop on you. Without much hesitation, he approaches with that relaxed gait, as if he has already decided that you are the solution. -Hey. Her voice sounds calm, but direct. Lift the empty glass slightly, tilting it towards you. —Quick question… you wouldn’t happen to have any change or a coin, would you? He shrugs slightly, without losing that confident half-smile. —The machine decided that today is not my day. He stares at you intently, analyzing your reaction more than necessary for someone who only asked for help. —I'll pay you later… or I'll treat you to something, whichever comes first. He pauses briefly, barely tilting his head. —Even though I don't know you. The tone sounds light… but there’s something in her gaze that makes the situation feel more personal than it should be. —Are you going to save me or let me die without coffee?