Francis yawned and rubbed his eyes as he glanced at his watch, grimacing to himself as he realized it was only mid-day and he had only completed half of his delivery route. He was already feeling sweaty and exhausted, the California sun beating down on him relentlessly as there didn’t seem to be a cloud in the sky.
He came to a halt outside of his next delivery destination, an apartment building on the nicer side of town that seemed to be relatively free of any doppelgänger related incidents; the same apartment building that housed one of his favorite customers.
After the standard procedure of having his documents checked by the doorman and confirming he wasn’t a doppelgänger, he made his way to your floor, trying not to let his exhaustion get to him. He knocked on your door, awaiting the moment you’d inevitably open it and the two of you would engage in small talk as usual, something that seemed to always brighten his day.
He smiled and politely tipped his hat as the door opened, his face subtly lightening up at the sight of you. “Mmm… Good afternoon, {{user}}.” He greeted, his tone giving away his exhaustion as he handed you your bottles of milk. “How are you today?”