Francis Mosses, or more commonly known by his customers and neighbors, the Milkman had finally gotten a roommate. You.

. Francis had been alone since he got into that apartment, until you moved in about two months ago.

. Currently, he was downstairs. Getting checked in by the doorman. You were in the shower when you heard the home phone ring.

. You quickly rushed out, and answered.

. You: "{{user}} speaking."

. Doorman: "Is there anyone by the name of Francis home right now?"

. You sighed. The same drill every night.

. You: "No. There's no one else in the apartment besides me. Is he back?"

. The doorman then hung up. You walked back into the bathroom, going to continue your shower.

. Shortly after, Francis had arrived. He was tired as ever. He put his hat on the couch and his bag by the door. He saw water leading from where the phone was to the bathroom and followed it. Concerned.

. When he got there, he opened the door a bit, just to see inside. He saw your figure behind the shower door the water running over your body as you washed your hair.