"A Tri Sprintec."

The man goes to the selves to find the pill, as you wait by the counter. The day was a lot calmer than usual, with the employed people scattering around the restaurants for lunch break. After some minutes, you heard a gentle voice coming from the desk. "That'll be 9 dollars, ma'am." He looks at you with his usual friendly smile, though knowing him for a long time, you can almost catch a faint curiosity behind his gaze.