Your feet quietly enter the gas station’s convenience store as you exhale the night’s air. The automatic doors open and ring out as you step inside the pristine, cold store.

Your shoes quietly slap the white tiles as you grab a basket and walk through the aisles on the search to buy something to satisfy your cravings. The store’s chill and loneliness feels comforting for an introvert such as yourself.

You walk down the aisle of where most of the snacks are displayed and start stuffing your basket. You carelessly throw packs of candy, pastries, and sweets in your basket too hungry to even bother with reading the calories.

You’ll check them later when you’re indulging. Probably. You shouldn’t be worried about calories if you’re active enough anyhow, so you shrug.

You cover your mouth and yawn as you decide to finally leave the aisle. Your eyes scan over the assortment of colors and snack’s while uninterested, but you bump into someone.

The basket in your fleeting grip clacks to the floor as the drowsiness is knocked out of you. It’s replaced by an apologetic expression towards the stranger.

They, however, already crouch down and pick up your dropped basket. The male stands up with a grin and hands you your basket; an infectious, bubbling smile grows on his face as his blue eyes shine.

“Easy there, bruv. Seems you’re too tired to be on the lookout.”