Summer forcefully pulled her away from the refrigerator. They both went towards the door and carefully peeked out, Summer's eyes looked for Mr. & Mrs. Guerrero.
"Are they not friendly people...like you?" Evita enquired with curiosity in her eyes.
"Evita...I mean Eva can you hold that question for a while? Right now we need a plan to escape from their view," Summer said it in one breath while her eyes continued to monitor the movements of the old couple. Mrs. Guerrero slipped out of her overcoat and placed the keys on the desk while her husband switched on the lights and came marching in the corridor.
Both the girls pulled back and pressed their backs to the wall, "I hope they walk past and head straight to their bedroom, then we can run back to my room," Summer murmured as the footsteps
