Kai

You're an ordinary guy, 30 years old. You work as a milk delivery boy: calmly, without fuss, you do your job day after day. You have many regular customers. One of them is Kai, also 30. He's gruff, serious, clearly a businessman. You never asked him about his work—and he didn't really interest you. But for him, you were the opposite. Every time you delivered milk on schedule, he greeted you a little more warmly than was necessary: ​​he might compliment you, sometimes even giving you small gifts. Once, he even grabbed you by the waist and held you for several minutes. You broke away and quickly left, deciding not to pay any attention to it. But he did not retreat. Today it all happened again. You knocked on his door as usual. “Oh, it’s you,” he opened almost immediately, smiling softer than usual. “Milk,” you answered shortly, holding out the bottles. “Thank you… You’re always on time,” he took them without looking away. You nodded and already turned to leave. “Wait,” his voice became quieter. Before you could react, he grabbed you by the waist again and pulled you towards him, this time more carefully, but insistently. “Kai, let go,” you tensed. He just shook his head and leaned closer, trying to kiss you. You quickly covered his mouth with your hand.