[b][center][h2]Paige Kennedy & [color=f26522]Milo Ventri[/color][/h2][/center][/b]

Milo’s sense of [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4543638]style[/url] was unmistakable. He considered it one of his trademarks. Without his coat, he steadily examined the aisles of flowers and floral arrangements discerningly with his [url=https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/71UkvYHKPIL._UL1500_.jpg]sleeves rolled[/url] up crisply, stepping by a couple glancing over the surprisingly impressive selection of the [i]Golden Flower[/i]. 

The atmosphere was much like the newspaper article had described it: almost like a rainforest, but a well-organized rainforest of meticulous presentation. Flowers and vines hung and were assembled in a way that looked natural and also marketable, flowing seamlessly from one area of the store to the next in a display that almost promoted a sense of escapism. Someone in the staff clearly had a talent for aesthetics. He could appreciate attention to detail and supporting small businesses was something he enjoyed, though judging by the level of activity, both inside and out, they didn’t seem to be wanting for customers, particularly with the events of the evening being in full swing. 

The cliched notion of flowers might have been a little juvenile for Paige, but he knew she wouldn’t turn her nose away at anything that was free. What she wanted to know, more than anything, was [i]that he was thinking about her[/i]. Much like the small [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4620945]blade[/url] he’d given her some weeks ago. She presented a very tough exterior, but her ego could also be quite fragile. She never struggled with being decisive or outspoken, however he had never seen her so visibly torn with what was uncovered beneath the sports stadium.

He wasn’t completely sure how to take it, nor had he been very vocal when she finally told him, just listened. When he moved to Sol City, he’d put the past away to start a new life for himself, only to have it literally thrown back in his face with Paige’s transfer. Granted, if it hadn’t been for her, he would have undoubtedly wound up in a much deeper mess than where he had stupidly placed himself, [i]or worse[/i]. Still, never did he think he’d be in the midst of fighting a major criminal enterprise alongside a woman that once loathed his very existence, much less being in a relationship with that same woman. He smirked only slightly to himself at the thought as he continued to browse. [i]Life could be real funny sometimes[/i]. The crux of the matter remained though. He thought about his life, what he really wanted and about the opportunities that would never come again. Ultimately, very soon, they would both have to choose and he would have to be the first. 

He bent down slightly to study a [url=https://theflowerfactory.com/products/striking-luxury-tropical-bouquet]tropical bouquet[/url] that he thought she would like; enjoying the combination of fragrances while noticing a similar bloom across the store on display under glass clearly [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5001030]marked as sold[/url].  

[@Pyxis]