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

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     Milo felt the buzzing of his phone, he let it go for a minute as he sat on the front stoop of the shop, cigar in hand, watching the storm worsen. Paige hadn't called and was presumably still at city hall. Milo flicked the butt of the cigar out into the snow and went back inside where he pulled out his phone and looked at the message, it was Vika, he looked at it confused, they hadnt spoke since she had left. Milo read through the message, he couldn't help but remember when they had first met, a slightly intoxicated, yet very spunky woman with a striking visage, however when he opened the picture she sent the girl in it was barely recognizable, Milo sighed, one of the things he had learned was that trying to be who you used to be doesn't make you as good as just growing on.

[color=f26522][i]"Glad you're happy, I know you were self conscious of the cane, though I will say, I still think you were prettier before. As for the project I had been working on..."[/i][/color]

     Milo pulled the blade out, he had still finished it even though he didn't really know what to do with it. It was a sword cane, royal blue with a snowflake design up to the handle. He took a picture and attached it.

[color=f26522][i]"... It was just something I had made for someone, someone not around anymore."[/i][/color]

     Milo sent the message, part of him still felt bad for how things between them went, he swore he saw something, but he needed someone to get him back I to the swing of things, someone to show him life moved on that hanging on to what you were was not the way to go. 

[@PrinceAlexus]