Today was truly a day of firsts for Jeremy, who had just accomplished two things he had never thought he could ever do. He had made a girl laugh, and then he made her cry. While the former was generally considered good, the latter was almost certainly bad. Early in his childhood, Jeremy's mother had made him swear to never make another girl cry, and this was a promise he had always followed. Even though, at the time, he hadn't known what it meant. It was an oath he had always upheld, until now.

Well, there was that one time, but that wasn't really [i]his[/i] fault. He did apologise for it, though.

At any rate, because Jeremy continuously upheld this gentlemanly vow, he had never once seen a girl break down in front of him. Truth was, he hadn't had any experience with girls near him at all. Needless to say, this close encounter heavily flustered the young man. His first reaction was to run away, but he quickly quashed his instincts. He didn't know why she was crying, but it was his words that had caused it, and a man aught to take responsibility for his actions. And also, there were some people who saw what happened, and they were watching his every move. If he just left this girl to her fate, it would probably be very embarassing for the both of them.

Jeremy quickly scanned the area, hoping to find the solution to his predicament. Thankfully, there was a vending machine nearby. The boy decided to buy some drinks, which would hopefully help his maybe-victim calm down. He took some money out and briefly wondered what to buy. He glanced over his shoulder at the girl, still sitting on the floor, and decided against getting regular water. It was just a guess, but judging by her wet clothes and drenched hair, more water would not be appreciated. He turned back to the machine to consider his options.

There were several popular options, along with some oddball picks he had never heard of. Jeremy decided to play it safe. He inserted his money, pressed the button combination for classic cola, and then... Nothing. No clunking came from the machine, and the soda never emerged from the bottom. He pressed the refund button. A whirring sound came from the return slot... And still, nothing. Jeremy frowned, but the screen interface flashed a warning. They were out of cola. That explained the lack of soda, but what about his money?

Jeremy grimaced. Nothing he could do about it. He picked a few of the more popular drinks, all of which were apparently absent from the machine. Each attempt took a small tithe of his hard-earned money and produced no results. None of it was returned. The boy was glaring hatefully at this infernal machine, but decided on one more try. The boy watched, eyes seething with rage as another bill was swallowed by the void, but this time, he ran his hand up and down every button on the machine. He was very annoyed right now, and it wasn't like anything would come out anyway, right?

The devilish device shook ominously, as if cursing the boy for his hubris. Jeremy took a step back warily, before a dozen cans rapidly fell out from the drink slot, the storm of metal shooting onto the street and rolling underfoot. 
"Ah!" Jeremy exclaimed, and his panicked attempts at dodging backfired, causing him to slam face first into the pavement. "Ugh," 

He groaned, rising up on his knees and rubbing his nose. 
An errant can rolled to a stop in front of his face, and he picked it up. It was one of the esoteric options from the baffling beverage dispenser, a foreign drink from Izumo judging by the script on the front. It was apparently red bean-based.

Jeremy pocketed what cans he could and cradled the rest haphazardly in his arms. It wasn't exactly what he wanted, but it would have to do. He returned to the girl, battered and weary, and placed one of the cans next to her as an offering.
"Here, have a sip of this. Maybe it'll make you feel better." He said, smiling awkwardly.
He didn't know if it was good or bad, but it was the thought that counted. He had accidentally spent a much larger sum than he had intended to, but he was left with a somewhat even amount of drinks. And the point of it wasn't his satisfaction, but the girl's. Jeremy felt awash with pride at his good deed.

The boy shifted the lion's share of cans to his left hand and popped open one of them open, so he could enjoy the fruit of his labour. He took a sip and sighed.
[i]'Wow,'[/i] Jeremy thought to himself. [i]'This tastes really bad.'[/i]

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