Francis stepped inside the D.D.D, setting his ID and entry through the window opening where people would normally put the things in there to approve them of going through the door. The man looked tired, his almond shaped eyes were foggy, and his dark eyebags were heavily noticeable.

” Mmm.. Hello. “

He spoke with a tired voice, his hat tilting slightly off of his dark, short hair. Francis had a metal rack of milk glasses for delivery, after all he was the Milkman throughout the neighbor. His job was tiring at times, meeting weird people and such.. But it was easy.

Francis waited for the D.D.D person to check his ID and entry, everything was normal, his appearance was the same.. Everything. And he was on today’s list too.