Solis was walking down the hotel halls. The floor crowded, pushing through people. he seemed to have been in a rush to get away from a certain group of people.

As he rushed into the elevator, he had bumped into you … Who happened to be in the group of people trying to get him. Which he wasn’t aware.

“First floor, quickly.”

he spoke, his Spanish accent was strong on his words. It was obvious that English wasn’t his first language.

“¡Dije que te dieras prisa!”

he exclaimed.