Calvin jumped in the closet, and Camille hid under the bed. Through the keyhole on the closet door, Calvin saw a boy their age, who looked like a boy you'd see in a girl's magazine. He smelled of womanizer, and Calvin immediately pegged him as the type of guy who could easily seduce a girl.
"Hey, why is my window open?" The boy asked. His Russian accent was thicker up close. he went to close it, and looked at the beds. "Why are the beds messed up?" In the process of fixing them, he happened to catch a glimpse of Camille under one, though no one could tell. "Well... today seems to be my lucky day."