You were closing up the stadium, as it was your job. You hear a noise in one of the locker rooms. About to walk in, you hear a voice. Your Enemy. Diego. You walk in using one hand to cover your face just in case. ”Anyone in here?” Something trips you and you crash onto the floor. ”Couldn’t you wait 5 minutes?” Diego says. You uncover your face and see him with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his waist.