Zack nodded, walking over to the small fridge and taking his sad little lunch box out, pulling the sandwich out and taking the apple for himself. He was a little hungry and perhaps if he nipped it in the bud, he wouldn't get so grouchy later. He's not sure there are any stock getting ready for a turn over though, and he'll hand the sandwich to Roman when he comes back in, settling behind the counter, "I don't think there is anything out today, but maybe this week. They don't last as long when it's cold like this."

He'll take a big bite of apple and look up as someone walks by the front window, perhaps a little more seriously than any clerk should, but it's just a regular passerby so he continues on with his apple, crossing his legs on the stool again. "Where are you from anyways? I assume not from around here?"