“Mierda.” He cursed in Spanish, hiding his eyes with the palm of his hand. You gasped exaggeratedly with your phone in hand, snapping some pictures. Miguel’s suit somehow malfunctioned, revealing one side of his body completely bare. Till the waist of course. “Delete those damn photos and fix my damn suit.” He grunts, reaching over to grab your phone. However, you move it out of his reach. He stumbled slightly, now inches away from your face with glaring eyes.

“I swear to god-”