Looking for that good stuff(open)

It was rare that Nico had a free moment to spare on the weekends. Normally he would be completely tied up in his business, juggling working with his existing clients, meeting new ones, building custom work out plans, scheduling the next week out, and a seemingly endless amount of paperwork. To say the least of his usual routine. This weekend however was a reprieve, unusually light in his workload and he found himself down at the market shopping for groceries.
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Maintaining a healthy diet was one of the most important aspects of his business. Of course that wasn't the only reason but Nico couldn't in good conscious promote himself as a healthy physical trainer if he didn't practice what he preached. Besides, he did love carefully calculating his weekly nutrient intake, balancing his meals between the required proteins, carbs, sugars, fats...all the things his body needed. Sure he wasn't the best about cooking anything into something edible, but that wasn't important. Food was food, even if it didn't taste good.
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A fabric tote bag hung from the crook of his elbow, various greens poking out of the top. The locally sourced meats were at the bottom and the only thing left on his mental list was the fresh fruits and berries for his morning smoothies. He made his way through the various booths and stands with ease, finally reaching the one he needed. Another man was currently standing at the front of the table and Nico slid in behind him. "I see you have good taste in vendors," he said to the man, "This stand has the freshest fruits in the whole market."
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John Smith Jr

Awkwardly standing there for a moment, Nico realised that it wasn't entirely clear he had been addressing the stranger judging by the delayed reaction. Oops. He adjusted the strap of his tote bag when the other man finally turned and he tried to spread his lips into his friendliest smile. He was actually kind of glad to see someone around a bit closer to his own age. Not that there was a particular shortage of them in town he supposed, but in his day to day it felt like he really only ever encountered people at least a decade younger or more.
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He laughed slightly in return to the comment. A doctor wife and a daughter studying to be a nurse? He could only imagine. And he thought he was strict on his diet as a physical trainer. Maintaining a healthy diet was paramount to his business so he could relate but also sympathise with the stranger. "That sounds intense," he said before extending his hand forward. "I'm Nicholas by the way, but most people call me Nico."
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John Smith Jr

He couldn't help the wide grin at John's comment about the fast food. It wasn't Nico's personal favourite by a long shot but he had to give it to the other man. "I won't tell," Nico replied seriously and mimed an X over his heart. Briefly he contemplated the last time he had a cheat day. High school he supposed when he thought about it. Before he had taken up his current profession as a physical trainer. Ignoring the occasional dinner out since in Nico's head that didn't count. It wasn't fast...it was a sit down experience.
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Speaking of which he was supposed to meet someone for dinner later this week at the tavern. That would alter his grocery list slightly since he would have to account for and balance out the macros involved between his at home meals and his meals out. Making a quick mental note, he retracted his hand and adjusted the grocery tote on his shoulder. The next question wasn't much of a surprise. It was one he heard frequently from his mother, or at least a variation of it. 'When are you going to get married and settle down?' She would ask.
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Nico shook his head slightly. "No, not yet," he said without offering any further explanation, eager to change the subject. It was a bit of a sore subject for him, especially at the moment. Ziggy hadn't responded to his attempts to contact her in weeks. Maybe he had done something to upset her, or perhaps she had finally just decided to end things. Nico was doing what he always did and had buried himself even further in his job. It was easier than trying to process his feelings on the matter. His thoughts were interrupted by the other man's voice.
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Taking a moment to glance through John's procured vegetables, he hmmed. It seemed he had all the basics. Though the specifics were entirely dependant on the recipes he intended on making as vegetables could be cooked or prepared in so many different ways. Boiling, steaming, or maybe those were the same thing, but baking, grilling, roasting...he could go on. "Umm, that depends on what you're making," he said slowly, "But maybe some extra carrots and potatoes. Leeks or celery too? Onions of course, green beans..." he trailed off suddenly not meaning to ramble.
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John Smith Jr