Visiting that convenience store had become a routine for Simon in his civilian life.

It was close to his apartment and they sold the things he needed, what more could he ask for?

Every day you saw him walk through the door, he would stroll to the back aisles for something to drink, sometimes beer, soda, other times energy drinks; then he would head to the cashier to ask for a pack of cigarettes. As the days passed, it had become routine for you too.

"A pack of cigarettes," he said, looking at the shelf behind you, where he had seen you search for those packs before.