A Tale of Sips and Slanders

A Tale of Sips and Slanders

Rafaela Kokkotou

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It's been half a month since autumn started, and I've ordered milk tea seven times, all of which were stolen! I installed a doorbell camera and found out it was the girl from upstairs who casually took it. I mentioned it in the homeowners' group, and her parents immediately started cursing: "What kind of man drinks milk tea?! Ridiculous! You have no evidence and are just throwing around accusations. If you like the girl, just say it outright; your dirty mind is really disgusting!" I was furious, so I immediately bought another cup, drank it, filled it with cat litter mixed with water, and hung it back on the door.

Chapter 1

The First Cup of Milk Tea in Autumn It's been half a month into autumn, and I still haven't had my first cup of milk tea!

I usually work from home most of the time. When I'm busy, I leave a note asking the delivery guy to hang the items on my door.

It used to be fine, but recently, my deliveries have started disappearing frequently. When I'm stressed at work, I like to drink some milk tea.

Today, my soy milk mochi was gone for the fifth time!

The first time my milk tea disappeared, I asked the delivery guy about it. He was very polite:

"Sir, please don't give me a bad review. Could it have been taken by someone else? I really did deliver it."

"If it's really a problem, I'll compensate you, but I did deliver it! I even took a photo!"

I felt bad for the delivery guy; it might have been an accident, so I let it go.

But then it kept happening. Frustrated, I installed a doorbell camera to see who was taking my much-needed milk tea!

The next day, I found the culprit.

It was a slender girl who had recently moved upstairs. She wore a baseball cap and, as she passed by my door, she casually took the milk tea hanging there, stuck in a straw, and started drinking it without hesitation.

Her movements were so smooth that anyone watching would think it was her own milk tea, without a hint of guilt.

I was furious... but then I calmed myself down, thinking maybe she needed a sugar boost and needed it urgently.

Maybe it wasn't her every time. So, I decided to forgive her this once.

The next day, I ordered another cup of milk tea.

This time, I asked the delivery guy to hang it on the door handle and waited to see if she would take it again.

Sure enough, she did!

She grabbed it with her left hand, stuck in a straw with her right, and walked downstairs,

drinking it as if it were her own. I couldn't believe it. She had been stealing my milk tea for who knows how long, without any fear of diabetes!

I thought long and hard, unable to swallow my anger. But considering she was a girl and might be embarrassed, I didn't want to make a big scene. So, I posted a message in the residents' group chat:

"My milk tea deliveries have been stolen seven times in a row. Miss, I know it's you.

Please stop doing this! Let's just forget about the past incidents and move on.

"

I thought that would be the end of it, but soon, someone replied:

"Why is a man drinking milk tea?

Seriously?"

"Accusing someone without evidence? If you like her, just say so. Using such sneaky tricks is disgusting. Cooped up at home all day, you must be a bit off!

"

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