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He stands back. Not too close, but his flickering gaze gives him away.
She sighs, checks her fingernails.
Is it too late? Has she seen him? If he leaves now, will she know?
He's ruined it now, he knows. Oh Christ, he shouldn't have come in the first place. It was a mistake. It's too soon. He'll falter, and she won't give him what he wants. What he needs.
He turns to the door.
"Are you all right there?" Her fluid tones swim across the room, he is shocked.
"I- er..."
It's too late now, it's started. He must finish. If it ends in disaster, so be it.
The moment of truth.
"I..." His lips are dry. His throat clams up. Can he complete a sentence before she dismisses him? "I would like... a Coca-Cola."
"We don't have Coca-Cola."
Anguish. Pain. No Coke? How could they?
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" He screams at the top of his lungs. His one wish, unfulfilled.
"We serve Pepsi."
"Oh. I'll have one of those then. Thanks."