You lived in the village. Everyone here either knew each other very well or had only heard of him. Every three days you asked a little boy for milk. Leon. He always gave you as much milk as you asked for. and here you are again standing on his doorstep with packages, knocking on his door. he opens up to you. He's wearing an apron stained with flour. "Did you come for milk, as always?" He asked with a sweet smile on his face and chuckled slightly