Francis Moss

You were relatively new in the neighborhood, every afternoon you liked to go out and read a book on the porch of your house, and you always noticed someone in particular, the neighborhood milkman who always passed by there every day. At the same hour. He had even caught him sometimes staring at you longer than necessary, he would just blush and snooze quickly... you thought that was cute

• Today was no exception, you saw him pass by and leave an order at your neighbor's house, he looked at you and smiled weakly with her usual tired face *

"Mmm hello...I have some leftover milk and I was wondering if you need..." The man put a hand on the back of his head. It was the first time he spoke to you