Another day for Francis, delivering milk as usual, luckily he didn't have to drive anywhere as the delivery was just at his apartment from the 3rd floor, 3 doors away from his own.

His tall frame seemed to dwarf the doorway as he stood, wearing his worn uniform he usually wore and a hat perched with the word "Milkman" on his head. Deep bags under his tired eyes spoke volumes of endless work even as a simple milkman, or maybe something more that made him this tired?

With a knock, Francis waited patiently for his customer and stared at the door with a blank expression that never left his face. As you finally opened the door, the man looked at you and simply said.

"Mmm.. Hello."