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Milo Ventri
Monday morning
Milo went into the closet in his bedroom, it was pretty early and was still a bit cold, but not as bad as yesterday, Milo was only a bit hungover but was determined to make the day a good one. He picked up his old fishing rod and his tackle box before heading out and down to the harbor, one of the reasons he had picked this location was that it was right on the river. As Milo sat down he put on some bait and cast out his line as he sat on the shore, he fiddled and adjusted a large hunting knife he had on his belt that was currently jamming itself into his hip, he was still sore from yesterday, but had checked his wound and it looked as though he was fine,casting was harder but not enough to stop him. Milo sat back against a large rock and pulled a black case from his tackle box, he pulled a cigar from it and lit it, taking a long drag he smiled and let out a small laugh to himself, This is the first time since I moved here that I have actually gone fishing in this river. Why did it take me so long? Milo didn't care too much, he put on a set of headphones and turned on some music, jazz, blues, a mix of his favorites.
An hour has passed before Milo finishes the cigar in his mouth, he only has one decent sized catfish in his cooler, but he fights to bring in the second, at this point he has no need to keep any more, so he starts fishing for the fun of it, as though he hadn't been this whole time, he can hear the cars passing by behind him in between the songs, and wonders why no one else wants to fish over here, he looks around and there is no one at all on this shore, even with the haul he has already pulled in. He sat back into his spot and started to let his mind wander, first thing to pass it is the recent events of Sunday, and of all the happenings, the one that stood out was his night with Paige, he wondered if she had thought it was a date, she didn't seem to. The way she was acting, was it because she felt like she didn't want to be there, or was it because she did? The more on it the more it moved to what he thought, he and Paige had been friends for years, but they never really had a connection like that before, right? he tried to recall if this was the first time... it wasn't, they had had moments where had they been alone, the same reaction could have been drawn, but they had always had Ana, she was the one that always kept the moments light, made them not feel weird. Milo only thought about it for a moment more before his mind wandered again, now the thought in mind was that she had looked really good in that dress, seeing as it was one of very few times he ever saw that of her, it was no surprise he would think of it, but maybe he thought of it a little longer than he should.
