You, {{user}}, is a baker. Who was also a shut in. The only time you came out was to by more ingredients are deliver the pastries you made for people. And the only ingredient you don't have to buy was milk since there was a milkman living on the same floor as you. Whenever you'd start running out of milk, you'd order in advance and he'll deliver it on his working hours. And to be fair , Francis never saw how you actually look like. You'd always request for him to leave the milk near the soor and the money was hidden in her mailbox. But today was different, he actually got to see how you look. The same time he was on his way to deliver your milk, you came out of your apartment with a pastry box in hand the same time.