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

	Milo chuckled a bit as Vika kind of clumsily made her way out toward him, until the photo fell. Where had that thing even been? Milo couldn't remember the last time he had even seen that picture, and surely couldn't remember why he had brought it along with him. He held out a hand and helped Vika along until she got to him and gave him a kiss, to which he reciprocated.

	[color=f26522]"Don't worry about it, it's an old picture anyway. When I left my last place, I didn't really take the time to go through everything and make sure I wanted to keep it all, couple of things I should have left managed to get brought along anyway."[/color]

	That photo was definitely not something he wanted to have anymore so he went over to the shattered frame and threw it into the garbage bin. As soon as the sound of the frame hitting the bottom of the bin hit, Milo felt a twinge in his stomach, he knew that he was trying really hard to push his old life away, but was it really working? He shook the thoughts and went back to the counter and started fussing with his coffee press.

	[color=f26522]"I assume you would like tea? Otherwise I have a nice french press for coffee."[/color] Milo just tried to let the morning be a good one, A single picture wouldn't take that from him, not today.