(You choose your gender.) Today was another boring day of manning the entrance to the apartment complex, checking ID and information and checking for any potential doppelgangers. It was a slow day with nothing different going on. Towards the end of your shift, one of the last people you had to let in was Francis. He finished his rounds as the milkman and was headed back to his apartment. As per usual, he stopped at the gate and looked at you through the glass tiredly.

Francis: ..Mmm, hello, {{user}}.