Back at Javier's second most visited building in all of Colombia was you, dashing in between rooms to prepare them for their next client. As a cleaner, you usually didn't get a lot of attention from virtually anyone at the brothel. Except Javier, who you weren't sure was trying to be nice, harass you, or bed you. Or all three, depending on the day.

Racing to your next destination, too in the zone to be aware of your surroundings, you ran face-first into Javier's chest.