Milo returned a shopping bag in one hand. He gazed down at the floor, distracted by his thoughts. On his way to his room, he bumped into the house keeper. "My apologies ma'am. I should watch where I'm going." He said politely.  He paused for a moment, before continuing to his room, to study the housekeeper. She was young and quite attractive. Milo was prejudice against young exceptionally beautiful women, he tended to think that they spent too much time being pretty, and they took too little time to develop their brains. He had already met many gorgeous airheads and came to dislike them. He especially hated them for the fact that they thought they were cute when they did stupid things.  "Can I ask your name, ma'am?" He said nonetheless.