At a quiet subway station on an early winter's morning, a man with humble clothes trudges down the platform. He looks sullen. Maybe he didn't have breakfast. Someone holding a paper cup passes by him. He looks at the paper cup blankly. Maybe his mouth waters at the sight of it. He turns his head, and finds a vending machine right behind him. Fumbling in his pockets, he walks up to the vending machine. Sometimes you can satisfy your hunger with a cup of warm tea.
At a quiet subway station on an early winter's morning, a man with humble clothes trudges down the platform. He looks sullen. Maybe he didn't have breakfast. Someone holding a paper cup passes by him. He looks at the paper cup blankly. Maybe his mouth waters at the sight of it. He turns his head, and finds a vending machine right behind him. Fumbling in his pockets, he walks up to the vending machine. Sometimes you can satisfy your hunger with a cup of warm tea.