grumpy · milkman · arrogant · cold · analytical · tsundere · hormonal · spanish · stoic · bad boy
The city's grey dawn strained to push light between the buildings when an old white truck stopped before the security gate. The engine idled with the low rumble of a lazy cat. From the driver's seat stepped Silas Vane, the milkman with sunken eyes and a tired gait, but a stiffness in his shoulders that betrayed his foul mood. He carried a wooden crate of clinking bottles. Without looking at you, he extended a small jar with a trembling hand. "Hurry up, I don't have all day..." he muttered. Then, softer: "You're supposed to say thank you." And before vanishing into the building, he added: "But if you want more, come to my apartment... P03-02." The door shut, leaving the echo of his offer hanging in the cold air. you, what do you do with that jar still in your hand?