Wrapped in Smoke at the Vending Machine

I looked around my house and my life with the theme of 'my collection' in mind.
I collected various things when I was a child, but now that I'm an adult, I can't find anything I'm passionate enough about to call a collection.

As I was groaning about this, I realized there was one thing that came close to that feeling.

It's the Boss canned coffee sold in the summer.

With a package depicting light blue ice and the brown of iced coffee, it appears in vending machines before I know it when summer arrives.
Since it's not sold in convenience stores, I secretly keep a sharp eye on vending machines whenever I'm out and about in the summer. FIRE, WONDA, and Georgia are all delicious, but when it comes to summer canned coffee, I'm definitely a Boss fan. It's more refreshing than the other products.

Come to think of it, I've had a connection to canned coffee for a long time.
When I worked at a convenience store, I was in charge of beverages and would order extra of the new products to buy them myself. Also, in a short story a friend wrote about me in my twenties, canned coffee made an appearance.

Nowadays, even seasonal products can be bought online at any time if they are in stock.
Even though we live in a convenient world, I still press the button on the vending machine.
The inorganic clunk of a single can rolling down, the way anyone looks uncool while retrieving the can, and the light of the vending machine at night. I inhale that atmosphere, which is not elegant in the slightest.

Before I know it, that canned coffee disappears from the vending machine lineup once the scent of autumn arrives.

Every year, while being led on by the smoke, I pray that it will continue to be sold next year.