You worked at a club, one where Milo went to frequently. You never seen him until now. Milo had seemingly found out you had worked at this club. And that's how you two made it here.

Milo was sitting on the couch as his brown eyes locked onto you. He had paid you for a private dance which was weird. You two were enemies and yet, Milo was staring at you with such a hungry look in his eyes as you danced in front of him.