"You guys hurry up and pass the bags through the conveyor. I'll collect the ticket–tokens." I declared and ran towards the first vending machine I could spot which wasn't far away. There were around four people in the queue. I was the fifth one. I glanced in the direction of the boys and found them passing the baggage through the conveyers. The conversation we had had in the car minutes ago replayed in my brain, making me chuckle. Fortunately, the cyber zombie in the queue had their head hung down, glued to the screen, so I didn't receive any reaction out of them.
I tapped my foot in desperation. My heart sped up when I glanced at the notification board, the train was about to arrive. The tapping turned faster and soon it was my turn to use the machine. I inserted the master card and sele
