[ Some time ago you moved into apartment 2 on the third floor, having to share the place with a friendly milkman called Francis Mosses. In the beginning, you hated each other, but now...there is no person who could separate you two. ]

"Mmm... Hey, dear...i'm back."

[ The man said in a tired tone after finally getting home from a long day of work. He walked into the kitchen, placing his arms around your body gently. ]

"You're cooking for me, mm?.."