Color - Fresh Milk 2

I was Saturday morning and I was up absurdly early. A couple months ago I would be sleeping in but these days I spend Saturday mornings obsessively cleaning the house. This was the day I received my “special” milk delivery, and I always wanted to make a good impression on the milk-maid.

I met Candace a few weeks ago just outside my apartment complex. She was offering her own milk for sale, which you might think was weird but times are tough. We all need to get by somehow. Selling mutant-sourced products has always been a dubious legal gray area, and the vast majority of people are hesitant to even try them, but what can I say, I let my curiosity get the better of me. I tried a sip and, quite frankly, it was delicious. She told me that she offered delivery services and so I decided to get a variety of milk delivered every Saturday.

This had only been going on for a little while, but I have to admit I have been greatly enjoying the deliveries. The milk itself is great but honestly, Candace’s company is even better. We take some time to catch up every Saturday, chat about small things as I put my delivery away. Frankly, it was a highlight of my week.

I had just finished cleaning when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there was sweet Candace with a box full of bottles of milk. It always astounded me how she could create milk of so many different flavors right inside her body.

“Hello! Hello! I’m sorry I was a bit late. I’m getting more orders these days and I had to come from across town.” She gave me a small smile, even though she was obviously fatigued.

“I thought you forgot about me,” I said laughing, my own fatigue from cleaning showing.

“I’d never do that, you are my best client!” she said with a grin. “Ever since I started delivering here, more and more people have taken notice. Business has really started taking off.”

“I’m happy to hear it! Would you like to come in? Have a drink?”

“Just water is fine, thanks” she said with a small huff as she put the box down on my table. She never drank anything but water around me. She said it kept the taste of her milk pure.

“So, no uniform today?” I asked. She was dressed in casual clothes, a simple top, boots, and shorts. Normally she comes by in a maid outfit. It’s part of the brand.

“The costume gets me noticed, but it’s not really appropriate for day to day life. I have to stop by my university today. There’s a remedial class I have to take and they wouldn’t appreciate showing up in a maid costume.”

“University? I didn’t know you were going to school.”

“Why do you think I started this milk business? College is expensive and I sell milk to make ends meet. Or at least that’s how it started but, like I said before, business is booming. I’m more than comfortable and I get to meet a lot of nice new people just making deliveries. When I finish my degree, I hope I can turn this into an even bigger business.”

“Well if you do I’ll be your first customer,” I said closing up the fridge.

“Heh, I’m counting on it. But enough about me, what about you? You never told me what you do for a living.”

“Oh, well I got out of college last year and now I work as an accountant for an acquisitions company.”

“Oh, that’s… interesting…” she said hesitantly.

“By interesting you mean boring?”

“Er, yeah… a little.”

“It’s OK. I know my job isn’t glamorous. It’s just a good steady and stable paycheck and that’s enough for me. So when do you finish your business degree?”

“Oh, I’m not studying business,” she said.

“Really? I would have thought with all the dreams of growing your milk delivery service…”

“No, this just sort of happened. I’m actually going to school for veterinary science,” she said idly tapping a hoof on the floor.

“Oh, that’s appropriate because…”

“Because I’m a cow girl?” she laughed a bit. “It’s actually because my Mom is a vet. Besides, cow girls like me go to normal doctors not vets.”

“Hehe, I was going to say it’s appropriate because of how sweet you are. You’d make a good vet, caring for animals and rescuing strays. It’s a good job.”

She blushed at my compliment, “well now I have no idea which career I want to go into!” She gave me a small giggle and a sigh before checking her watch “Well, it’s getting late. I should be going.”

“Wait! Er… I mean…” She looked at me oddly. “So uh, I like… hanging out with you when you uh… you know… deliver the milk and… well I was wondering if you had any plans tonight, maybe we could go for a drink?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t drink. It spoils the taste of the milk. Besides, I have a big order to prepare for tomorrow.”

“Oh…” I said disappointed from the rejection. “I understand.”

“But… my last stop tomorrow is a complex down at the beach. Maybe if you wanted to meet me there?”

“Yes! Yes that would be fantastic!”

“Great! I’ll bring my new bikini” She happily grinned and trotted out the door. I waved her goodbye and sank heavily into my couch after she was gone. Tomorrow is going to be a good day.