<em>~Camila in the lounge with the others, relaxed and chattering~</em><br/><br/>Mila smiled softly when Bo spoke of his childhood, and then his first love.  She wondered what had happened to the woman, but did not ask.  If he wanted to share, he would have.  Her own first love had ended up not working out so well, she thought wryly, so perhaps his hadn't either.  Although there was an unease when he spoke of her; he was almost wistful.  Her curiosity was peaked, but it was not in Mila's nature to probe further.  The Rosen women weren't raised that way, to pry into the business of men.<br/><br/>She found herself wondering again at what was passing between Bo and Nicci.  She noticed that he moved his hands away from the other woman, and that a shadow flashed in Nicci's eyes when he did so.  Theirs would not be an easy relationship, either, Mila realized.  She wondered if Bo would have an easy relationship with any of them.  No, probably not.  He seemed to be very serious and brooding, at it was clear that his past had made him... hard.  But she could relate to that.  Her father had been a military man, also.<br/><br/>When Mari spoke of running with Nicci, Mila smiled softly.  It was unlikely she'd join them for those runs herself, but she'd certainly love having Mari join her for yoga.  "Of course I don't mind," she said, looking at Nicci.  It was too bad that she didn't too express an interest.  How wonderful it would have been to have yoga be their "girl time" together.  "Nicci, if you've any interest, I think it would be incredible for you to join us."  She rather doubted it, though.  What would someone as outdoorsy and athletic as Nicole seemed to be want with something as tame as yoga?<br/><br/>When Marcus spoke of his business, again Mila's curiosity reared its head, but she did not ask any questions.  The belief that she should not poke her nose into a man's business was just too deeply ingrained, and she could not help but think it was not her place to ask.  But it sounded as if he might have an important role in his chosen field, and it highlighted for her how much the others likely sacrificed to be here.  Mila had given up little to come be a part of this project, so the six months was no sacrifice for her.  She had a lonely existence in Florida.  If it hadn't been for the teaching, she would live the life of a hermit, her only social contact online.  And her teaching job would be there should she return to Florida; even if it wasn't, she could get by with selling a piece here and there and looking for another post.  But the others... they must have left behind family and jobs and friends and responsibilities to come here and try this.  They must want this life very badly indeed.  The thought comforted her.  They wanted this to work, too.  For the first time in as long as she could remember, Camila was not alone.  Her goal was common to everyone in this room's.