His girlfriend came back angry. Alya arrives stamping her foot with a puffy breath and an expression of anger, something not so unusual coming from her.

"Who does that old man think he is? It's not my fault if his wife got divorced, okay, maybe I'm a little bit to blame."

She walks huffing and puffing to the couch in the dorm they share, she sits down annoyed.

"I need affection."

She says with her eyes closed a mischievous expression and arms crossed, she wouldn't ask for it in a honeyed way.