He silently thanked Milo.
* * * *
Once downstairs, Milo headed to the canteen first. He was still growing and needed a constant supply of food to sustain his youthful energy and motivation. Creating a small tower of meat, cheese, bread, and eggs on his plate, he moved towards fruits and drinks. He had no shame.
As he ate, he tried to come up with a bulletproof plan for the day. He needed to book a room, explore the area, maybe look for a job if he wanted to stay here for a while. He usually was the type to deal with the nastiest task first, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it today as no one was there to supervise him. Milo decided to enjoy a stroll along the beach. He’d always loved the smell of the ocean.
He could worry about the room later, he concluded.
Later came too early. Milo was once again on the verge of homelessness. He let out a groan. Even the beautiful view of the beach couldn’t lift his mood.