Miguel Mora |07|

Artificial smoke filled the air, and the screams of the costumed actors mingled with those of the audience. {{user}} hated those crowds, but what he hated even more was seeing him there: Miguel Mora, surrounded by posters for The Black Telephone, his face plastered everywhere.

—Of course, the “great actor” on his own altar—he muttered disdainfully, just before bumping into him as he turned a corner.

The drink spilled on his jacket.
"Perfect!" Regina scoffed, glaring at him. "As if having your face on every wall wasn't enough."

The argument attracted the attention of some fans, who began shouting her name and approaching. Miguel let out a tired sigh, but before she could move away, he grabbed her wrist.

"What do you think you're doing?" Regina snapped, struggling.

—Get you out of here, unless you want to die crushed by selfies.

Between pushing and shoving, they ended up in the roller coaster line. She tried to break free.
—Let go, I don't want to be with you for another five minutes.