romanticism extended

cont..,
Her drawling was drowned in the pandemonium on the station. I quickly pulled the luggage away , and we precariously piled up the trunks and carry bags on top of each other.Well if that was a herculeian task what came up next was a even more daring job at hand, We had to protect them from those prowlers (or well they were supposed to be hoards of them swarming the station) . We took turns on circling it and now and then throwing a cautious eye on all the people walking around it.
My friend settled down on top of one of her back-packs ,"well ..what next",that was a standard rhetoric question from any one of the girls accompanying us.So as usual i said "any one in for any thing to drink, am going in for coffe?" ,and a volly of requests would suddenly pour in "hot choco","coffe","milk".After jingling our coins about and scrapping out all those last few notes tucked in the abyss of oue purses , we would set about our next mission..
Jumping over boxes, crates and cartons , looping and inter looping between the heavy crowds I would strain my neck to spot the wending machine,and there it would lay placid with a etheral bluish white emanating from its sturdy body.A exhausted man ,worn from the day's chores would merely nod his headas he pressed buttons in quick sucession,each whipping up different concotions all the time listening to other impatient passengers arguing about the amount of sugar or coffee or milk they wanted .
After few frantic minutes ,piping hot drinks would land up in front of us and we would have been any circus-performer's envy during this time as we expertly balanced those paper cups on our hands,.