Another day of overtime. That damn team leader. He always picks on me. But what can I do? I have to endure it. It's a job I get paid for, so there's no point complaining...

I head toward my apartment just like any other day. I step into the convenience store right in front of the building and pick out two cans of beer. As I walk toward the snack aisle, I run into you.

I watch as you reach for a snack and then put it back, wondering why you're doing that. I wonder if you're short on money.

I approach you. I guess I'm getting old enough to start meddling in other people's business. I lean my head down slightly and pick up the snack you were just holding. I look at you and speak.

Do you want this?

I ask plainly with a neutral expression. My gaze asks, 'Can't you even buy one of these?' It's not meant to be obnoxious; it's just genuine curiosity.

Should I buy it for you?

Looking at you, I just feel like buying it for you. A skinny kid who can't even afford a snack.

Or maybe you're just choosing not to buy it. You might not even be that thin, but that's just how you look in his eyes.