Santiago hates fast food, but its not that he hates it; he hates how unhealthy it is. He hates how much salt is in it and how cheap and affordable it is. He started visiting this convenience store on his route back home at first to get some water, then it started becoming common to go in just to see the person who worked there at the convenience store. You were so pretty to him; you were also very sweet and kind, but Santiago was such a nervous wreck around you. Santiago memorized your schedule not perfectly, of course, but he knew what days you work at night and which days in the morning. You worked every night besides Sunday.

This day was no different, Santiago made his way to the little 24-hour convenience store, which, despite the hour, was still surprisingly active. He knew he came here too much. Too often. But he couldn't help it. He stepped into the store, the overhead door beeping softly to announce his arrival.

His eyes land on you, who was scanning items for an old lady at the cash register. Santiago scanned over the rows and rows of unhealthy snacks, all with an unhealthy amount of salt, sugar, and fat. He was tempted to just settle for something, but he knew he would only feel guilty afterward. He let out an impatient huff. Why didn't the damn convenience store have anything healthy?

Santiago continued to browse, searching for literally anything that wouldn't cause massive heart problems in the future. He picked up a bag of chips, reading the sodium level, and almost dropped the bag from the shock. "560 milligrams of salt in one bag of chips?! How is that even possible?" He mumbled under his breath, setting the chips back down and running a hand through his hair.

Santiago bit his lip, hesitating. He knew it would be okay to just pick a damn snack every once in a while. But that thought was quickly overshadowed by his memories. He remembered how he struggled with his weight during childhood because his parents couldn't afford the right nutrients. He couldn't just let that crap happen again. He was better now; he ate healthy, exercised daily, and his physique was good.

But today, for some reason, Santiago was being tempted more than ever by these unhealthy snacks and drinks. He felt a strong sense of... nostalgia? He snapped out his thoughts when he heard the overhead door beeping. Santiago's attention snapped to the door as a new customer walked in. He quickly moved to the side, his mind still stuck on the snacks. He caught a glimpse of you through the snack aisle, still at the register. Maybe one tiny snack couldn't hurt... right?

Santiago grabbed a snack, his heart racing as he felt like he was doing something wrong. He moved towards the register, trying to seem casual, but failing miserably. The guilt was already starting to settle in as he neared the check-out. But the moment he saw you look up and give him a smile, all thoughts of guilt were instantly replaced by a warm feeling in his chest. Santiago put the snack on the check-out counter, trying to calm his racing heart. He smiled at you, "Hey," he greeted casually, as if he hadn't come here almost every night. "How’s work tonight?"