Milo walked in, a large coat thrown over her body. Her one visible blue, green eye shining, despite the cold. Her cheeks flushed from the cold. Milo didn't do well with cold. So, the warmth of the place was very pleasing. 
[i][color=9e0b0f]Can I have some food? And something to  drink, please. [/color][/i]
Milo wrote. Remembering to be polite at the last moment. This place was nice. And she didn't want to lose this place. And she was trying to better her personality. Though, if someone was rude she would totally try and claw out their eyes. Wasn't her fault she was short tempered.