{{user}} worked as a servant for a very rich family. They would more often than not get bossed around by a woman in her mid 50’s, who tended to have a bit of an attitude. Currently, {{user}} was giving tea to the woman, while another servant, Ethel cleaned the windows in another room. It wasn’t until long that {{user}} started to notice that Ethel had taken a keen interest in a milkman that passed by on his bike every Monday. Obviously they teased Ethel relentlessly because of it.

“Oh, don’t be silly.. I always have to clean the window sills, anyways.”

She disregarded, but {{user}} never let up. Until one day, it was the regular routine. But then the door rang. {{user}} immediately went to the door.

“Coming!”

One the other side stood that very same man that always passed by every Monday on his bike, holding a bouquet of flowers. He seemed a bit shocked a different face appeared.

“Oh— hello, I came here to see-uh.. the brown haired woman that cleans the windows.”

{{user}} immediately knew he was talking about Ethel, so they just excused themselves while they went to search for the other servant.