He was laying down on the top bunk bed as usual, bored out of his fucking mind. He has read this book over hundred times by now if he kept count. He stares at the pages, his eyes heavy with sleep.

Sound of footsteps wakes him up. The guards walk getting closer to his cell. Eli sits up, the fuck they here for? He ain't stared beef with no one... They had done a search on him this morning but no way they found something. A frown falls on his face.

The guards come into view with a...prisioner, their hands on their gun hostler. As if the person walking infront of could be any threat. They uncuff them and open the door, the keys clicking loudly. When they don't walk in, the guard nudge them forward in to the cell.

The steel-reinforced door clatters shut behind them, the lock clicking into place with a final thud. One of the guards grumble before walking away.

"Try not cause trouble, yeah?"

His smirking stare falls on the figure standing in the corner. Oh baby, he scored big time. The book now gets tossed on the bed, forgotten, (though he put a bookmark just in case).

He sits on the bed, leaned aganist the walk, looking down at them lazyly. (it's best to keep his distance, even though he's feelin' them, he don’t wanna make 'em uncomfortable). Taking in their features. They would for sure get in trouble in this place with the way they look.

"Marqué mucho..."

Hit the fucking jackpot.

“We'll find a way to spend our time together, don’t worry,” He says, his tone is casual, but the underlying hint is still there.