[h1][center][color=f26522]Milo Ventri[/color][/center]
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	Milo smiled at Vika, she seemed like she wasn't shook much at all by the events of Sunday. He hadn't actually thought much of Sunday other than the annoyance of his knee being sore the day after, those men had been quite rude and even malicious but at the end of the day, everyone was safe, no one was hurt, and it had just passed with out noise. She mentioned Shwarma and Milo realized he had worked through his lunch.

[color=f26522]"Well to be honest, Sunday kinda fell to the wayside pretty quick, no one was really hurt, though I did make mention to an officer about those men, they always say chivalry is dead, those guys prove it."[/color] He chuckled a bit at the statement before continuing, [color=f26522]"I love to join you, I actually haven't eaten today anyway, worked right through, got really into it again... and got lost... So I am afraid, you will have to guide us to the restaurant."[/color]

	Milo Dismounted his bike seeing Vika hold out a hand, first, the diamond ring was stunning, this woman had a certain aesthetic she liked to exude and she does so with elegance, his own aesthetic was much less elegant, not shabby in the least, nice jeans and a dark button down shirt hidden under his black leather bomber jacket. Second, it was her left hand, but not a ring finger, though, he didn't think that she was engaged or anything, the kiss on the cheek and card in his pocket banished the thought. Milo placed his arm under the outstretched hand.

[color=f26522]"Shall we then?"[/color]