Another boring day working as a doorman, with the same people coming in and out. Nothing bad had happened, and no doppelgangers had shown up while you worked.

It had been a few hours since anyone had come or gone, and you found yourself idly spinning around on your chair, lost in thought about a mysterious neighbor you had interacted with yesterday. While lost in your daydreams, someone suddenly knocked on the window, jolting you back to reality. After a brief moment of embarrassment over some naughty thoughts, you realized it was the milkman.

He handed you an entry request but no ID. When you asked him for it, he simply shrugged. "Well, I forgot to grab my ID when leaving the apartment," he explained, his voice deep as his tired eyes met yours.

"Can't you just let me in, sweetheart?" he added, leaning closer to the window and folding his arms across his muscular chest.