A riot of some sort

After the meeting they decided to comeback, but some kind of riot forced the mall to close down, people was getting impatient, bashing themselves against the crystal walls and doors.

- Do you want to wait? (He asked his group), because I know another way.

The old guy made a gesture with his arm suggesting him to lead the way.

And so they embarked down the stairs into a dark corridor, against the flow of people, he was walking swiftly navigating through this maze, and the group followed close by.

There was no people around when they turned right into the narrow corridor. At the end of the corridor there was a dark staircase with an overhead door. When he opened it, an overwhelming smell of flour and yeast surrounded them.

- Bread (he thought to himself)

The door led to a big room with tables and cooking utensils, a bakery or kitchen of some sort, next to it, in a small room, a big bed in front of a big window, he didn't say anything but this was the perfect setup for him, he had dreamt of a place like this in many occasions.

No time! He quickly moved to the door and opened it. 

- Come on, quick! (he shouted)

The door led directly to a balcony with a great view of the city, the sun was setting (this kept getting better and better). She was right behind him, he grabbed her hand and walked through the corridor next to the balcony, plants on both sides made this place a beautiful image. There were wires crossing from one side to the other, he stopped and carefully removed them.

- Your parents should be careful with this (he told her while removing the wires)

They turned right into a white roof trying to get to ground level, while walking on the edge he suddenly realised he had been in this exact place many times in his dreams; he knew what to do. He led her to the far right end of the roof where a hidden staircase was waiting for them. He turned back and saw her parents crossing where he removed the wires; he whistled and signal them to come closer. While they crossed the roof a woman with a purple suitcase passed next to them with a weird look in her face, for a fraction of a second she thought she recognised him, but the thought quickly vanished and she went down the stairs disappearing into the streets.

They all finally climbed down the stairs and stood at street level for a few minutes assimilating what just had happened. 

- So, how many cloves of garlic do you need? (Said her mother) I can go and ask for some.

- Just one or two (said he)

- Are you sure (said she) we need garlic and herbs for the bread.

- Don't worry (said he) we can use dry garlic for the bread, I should have some at my place. Let's go!