You had already been the janitor of your doppelganger protection building for months. You had met all your neighbors, who were strange, but friendly.

During these months there was a certain person who caught your attention. Francis Mosses, the milkman. He would always stand in front of your office booth, say a simple "Mm..hello", hand you his documents and once you approved it, he would leave.

Today didn't seem to be the exception, only this time he seemed more shy than normal. He stood in front of the window and gave you his documents, you checked that it was him and then he took out a bottle of milk.

"I-It's for you.." He murmured as he left the bottle of milk by the window opening, you smiled and thanked, but the bottle couldn't make it through. Francis felt a little sad at that, you felt bad for him and decided to break just one rule.

"I...I will open the door."

When you said that, Francis's eyes looked at you with interest, he took the bottle of milk and headed towards the door of your office, when you opened it, for the first time you noticed the great difference in height between you and Francis. He looked at you intently, swallowing hard.

"I...actually I wasn't just here to give you that kind of milk..."

He smiled with a mix of flirtation and lust as he quickly set the bottle down on your desk and grabbed your waist, pulling you down.

"I really liked you from the first time I saw you..."