A month had passed since Millie joined I.M.P., and she proved to be a valuable member of the team. Since Blitz gave her that talk on her second day, she no longer feared guns as much as she used to, because she knew that Moxxie and even Blitz had her back. Thanks to that, she would carve a path of destruction on any hit with more than 1 target. She did so well that she even got awarded I.M.P's first-ever employee of the month.

Even though her relationship with Blitz went through a rough patch, they were now close friends. But it was with Moxxie that she felt the most connected. They would always be together on hits and when the bullets started flying their teamwork was so in sync with their actions that it felt as though their minds were linked. Despite this, however, they were still just best friends, much to Moxxie's disappointment. He only wished he had the courage to ask her out and turn this friendship into something more.

Little did he know Millie felt the same way, and she would soon take the initiative on that.

The office had just closed, and everyone left to go home. Millie was halfway to her apartment when she received a group text from Blitz. He said he had forgotten his miniature figure of Spirit from the movie Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron, his favorite movie, at the office. Millie volunteered to pick it up and bring it to him. So she goes to the office, finds the figure, and drives to the address he texts her, which was a small apartment building, about 4 stories.

She entered the building and took the surprisingly intact elevator up to the second floor, where Blitz said his room was. After she exited, she approached the second door on her left, which Blitz said was his room. Millie was about to knock on the door when she noticed it was cracked open. Thinking that something might have happened, she pushed the door open and went inside.

It was a dark room, the only light source coming from the lamp on the desk to her right. What immediately caught her attention though were the many, many pictures and frames decorating the wall to her left. As she examined them, she noticed that some of these pictures were of the I.M.P. crew, which she remembered being present in. However, she also noticed something else. In all the pics that she knew or at least thought Blitz was in, his face appeared to be covered up with a black sharpie.

"You make a habit of barging into other people's homes?" A voice from the kitchen behind Millie said. Turning over there, she saw Blitz leaning over the counter separating it from the living room. Despite what he said, he looked nonchalant about Millie coming into his home uninvited.

"T-the door was open, so I thought something happened," Millie replied.

"Oh yeah, that door doesn't close all the way. I'm having someone come in and fix it soon though." Blitz left the kitchen and walked towards Millie. As soon as he reached her, she handed him the Spirit figure. "So, you like my picture wall?" He said as he gazed at it with her.

"There's a lot on here," Millie replied.

"I like to cherish the good times I've had with people." As he spoke Millie walked to another picture, probably the largest of them all. It was of a woman imp with long black hair with her arms around 2 child imps. One of them looked like Blitz and even had the same marking on their forehead, except she was a girl and had curved horns like a ram's. The other one was blacked out with a sharpie, making it clear to Millie that this was Blitz.

"Are these yer folks?" She said, pointing to the portrait.

"Yep, minus my Dad," Blitz said as he stood beside her.

"Ya still keep in touch with 'em'?"

"Not really." Blitz's mood turned sour. "Mom's dead, and my sister… well, she might as well be dead to me."

"What happened?" As she asked this, Blitz walked over to the couch behind them and leaned against it.

"You can ask any question you want, Mils, as long as it's not about my past." He tried to hide the pain he was feeling with a smile.

"Alrighty then, why are ya crossed out in your own pics?"

"Would you believe me if I said I wanted to focus on the people I care about rather than myself?" Millie didn't respond, not that he was expecting her to. "I did at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I thought it probably had something to do with me hating myself."

Millie was taken aback by that revelation. "You hate yourself?"

"Shocker, huh? The guy who brags about being the most badass imp of them all secretly thinks he isn't worth a damn."

"Why do ya think that?"

Blitz was silent for a bit, trying to find the words to say to her. He eventually found them, "Have you ever felt like a disappointment to people you cared about?"

That question hit close to home for Millie, as there were times in the past when she felt overshadowed by her siblings, especially Sallie May. "Sometimes," She replied.

"Well, for me it was all the time. Aside from my Mom, everyone I ever cared for either backstabbed me or never cared about me to begin with. And when so many people think you're a disappointment, whether they say it to your face or not, you start to believe them. I've tried to fight it ever since I got Loona, doing my best to have something close to what I had before shit hit the fan, but as you can see I've still got some fucked up baggage left."

Millie wasn't expecting to learn this much about Blitz, but she was glad she did. At one point she thought he was a massive asshole who only cared about himself. He was an asshole, but deep down he just wanted a family, or at least people to connect with.

"I don't think you're a disappointment, Boss," she said, which piqued Blitz's interest. "You started this whole company and killed an entire gang by yourself. Hell, even going to the human world is somethin'! I don't know any imp that can do that! Sure, you can be harder than a bar fight at the Boar's Horns, but I know it's because you care about us. I think Moxxie sees that too since he stuck around with you this long."

"You really think that?" Blitz said with a smile.

Millie nodded, "You ain't alone in this. You've got my back, so I've got yours!"

"Thanks, Millie. Hard to believe I wanted to kill you last month. Now I've told you more stuff than I've ever told anybody."

Millie giggled, "That is pretty funny."

"Just… make sure this whole thing stays in this room, would you?"

"Oh, I will, on one condition."

Blitz sighed, "Alright, let's get this over with." He then undid his pants. "Don't worry about being loud, Loona's passed out drunk-"

"No, no, no! I don't wanna fuck ya!" Millie waved her hands in a nervous flurry.

Blitz was confused, "What do you want then?"

"Just… on the next hit we do, let me and Moxxie handle it by ourselves."

Blitz gave another smile. "Huh, figured you had a thing for him. Alright, you have a deal."

"Thanks, Boss."

"You know my name, say it."

"... Thanks, Blitz." Millie was about to leave the apartment before Blitz spoke again.

"Oh, and Millie." He said, making her stop by the doors. "You really love him, don't you?"

She didn't even bother to hide it at this point, not when they were being honest with each other. What started off as interest turned into something more on that day they killed those bikers, something that can only be described, to the best of her abilities, as love.

"Yeah… I do." She said.

Blitz gave a chuckle. "Knew it. You two just do well together. Anyway, I'm heading to bed." He then flopped onto the couch he leaned up against before. Millie took that as an opportunity to leave, excited for their next hit now more than ever. Out of all the demons she knew, Millie had never felt a connection so deep as she did with Moxxie. While it sounded like something from those human musicals she used to watch as a kid, Millie thought that what she was feeling was true love.

And while that made her happy, it also scared the shit out of her.