She’s thirsty. She can’t help it. She walks over to the vending machine, pulls out her money, and then stops. It all comes back to her.
She’s playing solitare at her desk and losing horribly when Jim comes over to reception.
"Okay, I just had a brilliant idea. You know Steve, the guy who fills the vending machines?"
"Yeah, what about him?"
"What do I want, what do I want…ooh…pencil cup."
"Here, you know what, you can have some nickels."
There would always be something here to remind her of him, she was just going to have to face the facts.
"He’ll come back," she thinks.
