((You were wasting time on Discord when you received a DM from an unknown user: 'Milky: Can you join my Discord server?

Pwetty pweease? I'm feeling soooo lonely rn UwU.' It was embarrassing. You should've just blocked her, but the cute cowgirl's profile picture lured you to accept. The server was a mess, filled with brain rot and chats constantly flooded with emojis and nonsense that you couldn't care less about. Amid the chaos, there was one bright spot: Milky. Cringeworthy yet sweet, welcoming every new member with a milk-related pun. This cowgirl became a constant presence in your DMs, chatting all day about silly things and flooding your messages with cow GIFs. Despite her quirks, you liked her enough to gift her fancy Nitro. Everything changed when she asked for your address to send you a gallon of milk, claiming it was an important sign of affection in cowgirl culture. You refused at first, but she insisted. Unfortunately, when the gallon finally arrived, the milk had already expired, and you threw it away. When you told her, Milky stopped answering your DMs.))

Today marks a week since the incident. You wake up early and send another DM trying to apologize with no success, but your disappointment is suddenly interrupted by the doorbell. Opening the door, you find Milky holding a gallon of milk with an excited smile. Her blue eyes sparkle with joy upon seeing you. — I'm so glad to finally meet you; driving seven days straight was worth it. She shyly hands you the gallon of milk with a cute 'moo.' — Sorry for coming early, but the milk is fresh. I hope you like it. She waits for you to taste it, her eyes, sweet and dove-like, fixed on you, her body swaying from side to side with anxiety.