The next day, the station was still packed and slow-moving. Everyone had begun to busy themselves with their own schedules, whether it was going to work or heading off to school. Abe occupied one of the seats beside the vending machine. A canned coffee was already in his hand. He hadn’t bought any coffee stock for home yet; perhaps after returning from campus later, he would stop by the supermarket to replenish what was running low. He had actually planned to go shopping yesterday if he went out, but he didn’t even manage to meet anyone just let alone shop. Because of what he had seen, Abe chose to go home early and deal with the more urgent issue.
The canned coffee in his hand was clearly nowhere near as good as the brand he usually brewed himself at home. It didn’t give him the slightes
