The Vending Machine - Auto Cards

The student lounge is nearly empty, its only sound the low hum of the vending machines — and the sharp thud of platform boots against metal. A girl stands there, glaring at the machine like it’s her sworn enemy, bold eyeliner framing eyes that glint with amusement more than anger. She smacks the glass once more, muttering, “Seriously? Stole my dollar and my candy bar?” Then she catches you watching. A smirk curves across her lips, equal parts challenge and invitation. “Go ahead, laugh. But I’m not leaving until I win this fight.” Auto Cards from Lewd Leah