[center][h1][color=f26522]Milo Ventri[/color][/h1][/center]

	Milo smiled under his well groomed beard, he was glad that he had made a friend quickly, perhaps things can truly be better, he listened as she mentioned another event, and dancing, he was a clumsy as an ox on ice but there was no chance that he would turn down the offer. The part of the offer that baffled him however was her saying she wasn't much of a dancer, he found that hard to believe, even if she could only dance a moment, Milo had no doubt she was graceful. 

[color=f26522]"I'm sure your skill on a dance floor is unmatched, if only by your pleasant company."[/color] He said while chuckling a little.

	Milo turned his thoughts to home for a minute, an urging notion in his mind, memories of everyone he left behind, including his girlfriend from then. Was what he was doing even ok? He had been a monster then, and he even traveled far, far away without saying a word, surely she hated him enough to never look for him, never to come for him. and in that moment he had a sense of fear and dread, the impending pain of a past come back to haunt him. Surely he was allowed to have this though right? He was allowed to be as happy as anyone, and heavens know that where he was, who he was, made no one happy.
	Milo snapped back to himself as Vika mentioned calling her, she was sweet, truly, Milo wished that he had been here his whole life, so that he wouldn't have to feel so pained. Milo finished off his drink now and decided that he had had enough, bikeing home buzzed at night was already going to be hard.

[color=f26522]"Will do, it has been pretty quiet in the shop, constant ringing like will either enlighten you or drive you mad, I think it did both to me."[/color]