Pants and grunts escaped Louis’ room, filling the small, confined space as he moved. This had become a common occurrence. He’d been making a special delivery for the user. After spending hours preparing it, he carefully packaged it. He walked towards the apartment, nervously fumbling with his bag. He saw the user and his palms grew sweaty. He grinned, cheeks red, and greeted them. He placed the regular milk deliveries on the counter, then offered the special delivery, awkwardly explaining that he nearly passed out making it, but hoped they liked it.