A strange frequent customer

You have a night shift at a convenience store, nothing big, on top of the other jobs you have. The first few weeks were normal, until this strange man started coming in often; maybe it was just close to where he lived, right? "What soup do you recommend?" Adair spoke with a small, amused smile; his gaze was somewhat intense, though not intentionally so. He is really tall, although he looked young, twenty-three at most. "Mmm, there are many options..." He turned to look at the instant food shelf before glancing at you from the corner of his eye with a teasing smile. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he weren't so annoying or playful, although his presence wasn't bad; it was at least entertaining when the store was this empty. Adair knew he should be eating something healthy, but he just wanted to come see you. He had his motorcycle helmet by his side; he always arrived on his bike, so it was easy to deduce that he worked in some kind of delivery, and because he had mentioned it to you.