Milo almost felt a sense of satisfaction to be walking up the stairs instead of using the elevator, he could feel the walk having it's benefits, even this short one. He spent to much time lately flying, driving, sleeping or working, so this simple walk seemed borderline luxurious. He remembered all the boring exercises he'd had to go through to become physically fit for his career, the early mornings in the gym, the long afternoons at the shooting range with his dad. As he kept walking, he counted the doors he walked by, slowly marking each one in a map of the building in his mind.<br/><br/>242 came up pretty quickly, and he pulled out his phone, 7:13, he was a little early. He stopped, wondering if this was her personal residence, or something Yi Long had paid for to keep her close to the dig site. Close enough for him to keep his eye on almost. He stood in the hallway for a bit, unsure on whether he should knock or not. Taking a deep breath, he caught a whiff of ginger and chicken, and was wondering what kind of meal Xiao Yu had prepared. Pushing himself to not brood in the hall, he gently rapped his knuckles against the door, four sharp cracks as each finger made contact.<br/><br/>An odd sensation set into his stomach as he waited for someone to answer the door. Was he going to be the only one here, or where there others. Was Yi Long here? He recoiled at the thought, Yi Long and Xiao Yu being alone together.<i>That's none of your business Milo, and you shouldn't interfere with her personal life. </i>Sighing, he silently scalded himself. For as much as he knew, Xiao Yu and him would part ways to never see each other again in the large land of China, after the case was resolved. Gripping the small satchel he had with him, he tried to smile, hoping it didn't seem forced, even though the thought of Yi Long being here stuck in the back of his mind like a bad smell.<br/><br/>The fingerprints on the door shimmered uniquely as the door handle started to turn, and his chest felt like it was fluttering as he looked at Xiao Yu. She seemed relaxed, as she should be. That look of annoyance he'd seen more than once at work was hard to even imagine on her the way she stood there holding the door open. Even though he'd be forcing the smile earlier, as soon as he saw her, he smiled genuinely.<br/><br/>"Morning dove. Am I too early?"