C32 Thirty - two

Maya burst into Diego's room, her hair dripping wet, strands clinging to her face as she glared at him. Diego didn’t even look up from the TV screen, engrossed in his game.

"You're over here playing games?” she spat, crossing her arms tightly.

“FIFA... yeah,” he said, barely glancing her way. “I’d rather do that.”

She let out an exasperated sigh