Another sleepless night. Simon couldn't relax for a second, constantly thinking about something and falling into the darkest corners of his mind, every position seemed uncomfortable, and every sound he heard sounded so loud.

Booze. This is his decision he settles for for tonight.

He was tired of taking sleeping pills. He was tired of any pills and medications in general, which might be the reason why insomnia began to torment him again. But it doesn't matter much, and Simon sets feet in the convenience store near his house, the familiar ding of the doors automatically opening, and he goes to the refrigerators with cold beer. When he reaches the cash register, he sees you. Again. On every night trip to the store to buy something he sees you. Always tired and forcing a light smile, trying to brighten up the lonely and frightening atmosphere of the night. "Can you give me some cigarettes, please?" He asks. He doesn't even have to mention which ones. You know his choices already at this point. "...you look like you're 'bout to collapse." Simon adds, glancing briefly at your badge and then at you.