Team 2

Peter arrived at the Hilton, and stepped into the foyer, rich people moving all around him, while piccolos ran to pick up luggage and elevator doors slid open to spew out even more well-dressed men and women from the higher layers of society.

Moving through this chaos of tailor-made suits and 1000$ dresses, Peter managed to reach the elevators, and stepped into one that was now empty, save for a young man in a hotel-uniform.

“Which floor, man?” The boy asked him, his tone of voice relaxed.
“Top floor.” Peter replied.
“Fuck! You’re the guy who’s going to photograph those super babes?”
“Uh… yeah, that’s me.” Peter managed to reply, taken aback by the sudden enthusiasm that the elevator-boy had begun to show.
“That’s one awesome job you got!”
“Thanks, and by the way: do you which superheroines that I’m to photograph?”
“What, you saying that you don’t know who they are?”
“Nope. Busy day at the office.” Peter smiled at the young man.
“Well, I’m not going to spoil your surprise then!” The boy told him.

Shaking his head and chuckling, Peter engaged in some small talk about where one could get hold of cheap liquor if one was 17 and living in Queens. After giving the young man some tips, Peter saw that they had reached the penthouse floor and stepped out of the elevators as the doors opened.

“Good luck man!” The boy shouted after him, with Peter waving goodbye to him.

Again shaking his head at the kid’s behaviour while smiling, Peter found the suite and slipped the key into the lock, opening the door and stepping inside.

“Hello!” He shouted as he closed the door behind him.
Peter could hear how someone moved through the penthouse, though still out of view for him.