March 27 - Coke Zero

You're such a fuck-up. Those were her exact words, and the hell of it was that he couldn't really argue with her.
The weekend had not gone as planned. It rained when it should have been sunny. The hotel was completely booked when he'd assured her that getting a room without a reservation wouldn't be a problem. And as it turned out, they were exactly one week late for the festival that they (but mostly she) had wanted to see.
His accidentally calling her by his ex-girlfriend's name during sex didn't help either.
And so they were on their way back a day early. Not a lot of conversation. He knew she would get over it eventually, but for now he felt it would be best to let her sleep and then work on a full-scale apology when they got back. He held her overnight bag in his lap and watched the night time scenery speed by.
Their train pulled into a station a few hours from home. There were vending machines on the platform. As a first step toward an apology, he decided he would get a Coke Zero to surprise her with when she woke up. The last train of the night usually stayed at each station a bit longer, so he knew he would have more than enough time to get off, get the drink, and then get back on before the doors closed.
She didn't wake up as the train stopped, and he shimmied out the door, as smooth and quiet as a ninja. The nearest Coke machine was several cars down the platform, and he wasted valuable seconds debating whether or not to chance it before deciding that yes, he'd do it, he'd make it.
He ran down the platform, dug into his pockets, and came up with a handful of change--but not enough. His heart racing, he dropped her overnight bag, got out his wallet, and with trembling fingers pulled out a bill.
The conductor blew his whistle.
He shoved the money into the slot. The sucked it in and spit it back out.
The conductor blew his whistle again.
He thought about aborting. No. I've got this. He straightened out the bill, fed it into the slot, and glanced down the platform which was practically empty of people. The machine sucked his bill in as the conductor stepped back onto the train. The machine lit up, he pressed the Coke Zero button, the can dropped to the opening, he grabbed it and then all but dove back onto the train.
He was elated until he turned around and looked at the Coke machine. Sitting there next to it was her overnight bag containing her cash, credit cards, ID, cell phone, keys, and asthma medicine.
Oh, God!
He leaped off the train to get the bag, and he had it in his hands when the doors closed and he helplessly watched the train pull out of the station.