Miguel stood gruffly at his platform, skimming through old pictures of him and his daughter with a sole frown. He felt his eyes blur with the threat of tears upon seeing how happy he couldn't bring himself to be any longer. At least he thought he couldn't.

He heard his doors open, causing him to jerk and turn his head toward the direction of the sound, wiping his tears as his once frown turned to an angry scowl. "What." He spat, eying the person.