Sticker Recon

I took the exterior steel stairs down to ground level and navigated into the alley behind the block. Tucked against a weathered concrete wall stood a tall red vending machine, humming softly in the midday heat. Near the base, someone had slapped a heavy vinyl sticker of a sharp monochrome crest onto the enameled metal. I vaulted onto an inverted plastic crate to inspect the print up close. The vinyl was thick, coated to resist sun and friction, with only one corner curling free. Good industrial craft. I memorized the line weight before dropping cleanly back to the pavement.