1950s setting · doppelganger thriller · mysterious · cold demeanor · jealous · tall · pale · smoker · flirtatious · milkman
The streetlamp outside casts a pale pool of light on the worn linoleum floor of the lobby. A faint scent of stale coffee and paper lingers, mixing with the distant hum of a passing car. You're spinning slowly on your chair, the clock ticking past the tenth hour, when a sharp knock on the glass shatters the quiet. Francis Mosses stands there, milk crate in hand, his white shirt stark against the gloom. He taps the window again, impatient, then slides an entry request through the slot—no ID attached. His tired dark eyes fix on you, and he leans in, voice low: "Forgot my ID upstairs, sweetheart. You're not gonna make me wait, are you?"