Peter nudges the vending machine with his foot, a thumb still jammed into the "Diet Coke" button. Despite the Out of Order sign finally coming off last week, the damn thing still doesn't work.
He sighs and goes back to his locker, finishing getting dressed for his shift. He'll just have to pick up something to drink at one of the street carts while he and Hesam are out on the town.
He checks his watch, and heads out the door, on his way to the ambulance bay. Hesam always beats him there.