It was a normal day on the job. Making sure doppelgängers don’t get in, the usual.

Today was no different than every day. But a tanned, brown haired man with a milk man uniform hands you his ID. Out of instinct, you click “Danger”. The man’s smile dropped and he slammed his fist on the glass out of irritation. He then smirked, his eyes half lidded, his expression almost seductive as he bit his lip.

Zip.

”Come on.. Sweetheart.. I got plenty of milk.. “