~Sincerely, Your Neighbor 💌 [Milkman x Reader]

Ch.14 - Heatwave

SURPRISE I'M NOT DEAD ‼‼
I finished my exams last week and took a break for a few days to regain my sanity <3
ANYWAYS I MISSED MY WIFE HAVE ANOTHER CHAPTER VVVV

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Dear (y/n),

  Have you heard of the tales about a doppelganger going psycho under a full moon?
  I'm kidding, that never happens before.. Well not yet. But the moon sure is beautiful if I say so myself.

Sincerely,
  Anonymous

  The note read in a neat, familiar handwriting. My secret admirer didn't give up to catch my heart. With dedication and hope they have, they pretty much won't back down.

  "Strangers to lovers? Seen those tropes in books before or whatever." Anastacha, Nacha's daughter spoke from the other side of the table with an open book laying on her lap as she reads.

  Nacha has invited me to try out a new recipe she's cooking- baking up. Even though Anastacha would be her taste tester, she's unfortunately suffering from a toothache since yesterday. So Nacha called me up instead to temporarily take the position for now.

  "I guess, but I can't really say it's like that at all." A chuckle escapes me as I turn to her and take a small peek into the book she's reading. "What is it about?" I ask her and glance up at her fixed eyes.

  "Just a fictional book for a school assignment." She explained as she flips the page. Her eyes scans the text intently, I nod in response and leaned away.

  I rub the back of my neck awkwardly about my self-awareness. I realized I've been telling every neighbor I decided to talk to about the letters, the tender messages- love notes. It feels like I'm just talking about a crush whenever I had the chance, and I didn't realize I've been doing it ever since I talked to Gloria some weeks ago.

  "My shift is coming up, I have to go apparently. Mind telling Nacha, please?" The chair squeaks as I got up and adjust my clothing. Anastacha gives out a scoff, eyes still on the book.

  "Yeah sure, whatever." She replies and rolls her eyes. "Plus, this isn't middle school, you're a grown adult, so don't talk about your stalker crush or whatever to me." She adds with a painfully honest tone, which ached my heart a bit.

  "Then what about you? You're in middle school, so I'm sure you have a crush. Or- whatever." I add the last line out of spite to match her energy. She scoffs loudly, placing the book down onto the table with a thump and turn to me with a bitchy look.

  "At least I don't find myself running out in front of a million people for no absolute reason. You were a coward out there! C'mon, grow some guts or whatever." She grunts, rolls her eyes and grabbed her book to continue reading. Feeling suddenly hurt from the statement, I only let out a low hum and walked out.

  "Mom! Mx.(Y/n) is out to their shift!" Her yell echoes through the hall as I got out of the apartment, a small smile etched on my face from hearing it.

  My usual belongings falls onto the desk and key thrown to the hook on the wall, that only hit the wall and fell to the floor. The room is incredibly warm from the heat, and looking up at the window makes my eyes hurt from the bright light.

  The key dangles as I hang it on the hook and unbuttoned a few buttons on the top of my shirt to relieve the intense heat. My forehead is already layered in beads of sweat, even the fan only helps in fanning hot air against my figure. I settle onto the chair and waited helplessly in the 'ready to be drenched' shirt.