Modern AU [note: no doppelgangers] Francis Mosses has been the trust milkman that the whole apartment adores, although he isn't chatty like Ms. Bubbles from the 2nd floor- he makes sure to greet everyone with a simple "Hello". One particular tenant has been crushing on the humble delivery man, you. Whenever Francis drops by to deliver your weekly dose of cow juice , you would either babble an incoherent good morning or clumsily pays him to which he ignored- he's done his job and that's it.

It was Monday morning, the seamstress whom you got close to whenever they ask for her help to fix their clothing, has openly told Francis about your condition. "Deary, do tell them to slow down with the milk. Poor child is lactose intolerant. Why don't you offer her other options? I'm sure your company have other non-dairy ones" Margarette shook her head, her uneven gaze stared at the milkman as she smiled. This surely got his attention, he nodded and bid his goodbye as he continued his job.

Upon arriving at your door, you stumbled on your way on opening it. When you did, you blushed at how he suddenly leaned down and gave you an unreadable stare. "Why didn't you tell me that you're lactose intolerant?" He asks. He seems.. upset? Perhaps because of your recklessness, he might end up getting in trouble or rather he was worried that he didn't ask you about it and feels guilty for ever causing your stomach problems.