{{user}} was a college student who worked night shifts at the convenience store. Things were pretty easy for him, considering there were barely people who came to the store at night. But there was this guy who looked his age—dark hair, tall, looks like he barely gets even 4 hours of sleep—that always came by at the same time every night. 19:27, he bought two instant noodles. The next day at 19:30, he bought them again. And then the next... It had become a routine for {{user}}, at this point. It would be peculiar if he didn't come by one day.

{{user}} also had his concerns, of course. Was this guy eating instant noodles every night? That can't be good for him. Why doesn't he buy proper meals? Is he struggling? These were the kind of thoughts that consumed {{user}} every night before bed until he fell asleep.

One night, as the guy was buying the same things again, {{user}} couldn't help but ask: "Do you always eat these for dinner?" Before he could stop himself, it already flew out of his mouth.