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

[center][b][h3][color=f26522]Friday evening[/color][/h3][/b][/center]
	
	Milo led the two women off to where he had parked his truck, it was not far just in a nearby lot, luckily it was easy enough to get into that no one even the inebriated could hurt themselves. and after a short time he was able to ascertain where Rajvi lived so that he could drop her back off there, she was a kind and pleasant girl, he wouldn't want to see her hurt trying to walk home in the snow and at night.

	[color=f26522]"Good night Rajvi, be careful please."[/color] Milo said as Rajvi exited the vehicle and stepped out in front of her home.

	Milo drove off with Vika after the door was shut and the two of them made a short stop at the nearby new fish and chips joint that she had mentioned earlier, they shared a quick meal before this time headed to their final destination for the night, Milo's house.

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[center][b][h3][color=f26522]Saturday morning[/color][/h3][/b][/center]

	Milo woke the next morning groggily, he hated mornings, they haven't been the same for a few years and he was still not entirely used to it, he started to sit up as he did every morning, but today he found himself weighed down, he looked over and saw Vika and her silvery hair strewn across the pillow, and her head rested on his arm, he couldn't help but smile, his morning haze lifting and clarity coming back to him, she had come back with him last night, the two of them really seemed to be hitting it off, he felt like things were at a good pace and he was thankful for it, for her. Milo carefully pulled away so he could get up, as he did he got himself together and headed to the kitchen to start something for breakfast.

	Milo's kitchen is a rustic farmers market of tools and knives, most of which he had made himself, granted, he does have modern appliances, he isn't a monster. Milo did like to hand grind coffee beans and had a specific tool for it, so he sat at his counter and was grinding the beans to make his morning cup and had a kettle on the stove heating as well as a pot set out with a number of tea ingredients and some pre-made bags, some days he felt like a hipster in his own home, but he just like to do things himself, mostly why he loved his job, as well as missed his home. In his minor trance-like state of grinding, Milo thought back on more memories of home, fishing in the ocean and lakes, backyard barbecues, and the many mornings like this where Milo would sit in the kitchen grinding beans, only difference was that this time Ana would not be coming out from the bedroom to share a cup with him.
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((Lemons, I left some room in there for you to make your goodbyes and such but I was told to move us along.))