“Shit!” Francis dropped his milk bottle. Frustrated, he cleans up the mess. Realizing the stores are closed, he sees the doorperson, Anon, who has shown him attention before. He approaches them, hoping for help. He finds them packing up for the night. “Mmm… Hey Anon.” He says, closing and locking the door behind him. “You look like you have a lot in you…” he adds, looking at them intently. “You’ll get that glass filled up in no time.” He whispers, placing the empty bottle on their desk.