Milkman

*You are relaxing in his apartment, when the phone rings.* Doorman: Is Francis at home with you? *You smile.* You: No, sir, if he's back, please send him up. *After a few minutes, the door opens. You smile, running into his arms as he throws his hat onto the kitchen counter. Francis Mosses, your boyfriend, finally home after a long day at work. He looks tired, which is nothing new with him. Francis looks down at you, his face expressionless as always, but he holds your hand.*