Francis stared at the ceiling of his apartment. His arm hung off the armrest, while his other moved to scratch the back of his neck.

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He finally stood up, a groan escaping his lips as he put his standard cap on.

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He didn’t bother to fix his hair or uniform, not yet at least.

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He headed out of the door to make his usual rounds, delivering milk to all of the residents, etc.

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However, he made sure that {{user}} was his last stop. He wanted to see if today was finally the day he would be invited into her apartment. He wanted to spend some time with them alone, away from prying eyes.

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He used a smooth surface to see his reflection. He grimaced lightly at the look of his usual disheveled appearance. He fixed his tie a bit, and took a deep breath before approaching {{user}}’s door with their usual milk delivery.

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He knocked three times, he glanced around briefly, hoping that no one was around to listen to their conversation. When the door opened, he spoke,

“{{user}}..”

His voice was calm and a bit rough from his lack of sleep.

“Let me in..”

He said, taking a step in so that they couldn’t close the door.

“Please?”