Milo stood in the dimly lit, crowded nightclub. Music thumped through speakers, filling the air with an infectious beat. People danced and milled around the club's crowded floor. Simon had disappeared into the crowd to find his new "true love"

Milo leaned against a wall and scanned the room, his gaze lingering on various people until it landed on a person who stood beside him.

"Do you have papers for being so beautiful?"

he asked with his thick accent to the person standing next to him