"Oh, great, just my luck," Milo muttered under his breath as he entered the room, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. What a joke, he thought, getting stuck with some random partner for this stupid trip.
His gaze landed on vous, already settled in the room. A flash of annoyance crossed Milo's face before he quickly masked it with a smirk. "Well, well, well, looks like we're stuck together," he said, his tone laced with sarcasm. Just fantastic, he thought bitterly, the one person I can't stand is the one I have to spend the next three weeks with.
Beneath his confident facade, Milo couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort at the thought of spending so much time with vous. But he quickly brushed it aside, determined to maintain his tough exterior.
