She cautiously goes behind the counter

Camille leans further over the counter in attempt to understand what the voices are saying.
Suddenly overcome by her curiosity, she walks to the side of the counter and after a quick look around, she pushes the little wooden swing door, drawing cautiously closer to the narrow dark hallway where the voices come from.

This place is so boring, it's only fair that she does what she can to entertain herself, she thinks approaching the doorstep.
Besides, she is just looking for someone to her complains ...

The voices are nearer now, but she still can't seem to understand what they are saying.
It sounds like one of the two is a woman.

With slow steps she enters the hallway.
Seems like they are having an argument, thinks Camille as the source of sound draws near.
She has the impression that they are talking in English.

The hallway parts left and right.
Guided by her ears the young woman takes the left turn, but suddely the voices stop.

A faint light seeping through a door left ajar, points her the direction.
The fact that the voices have stopped, after that moment of excitement, instead of discouraging her
have made lots of questions pop up in her head.

Unable to resist her irrational desire to know what's happening behind that door, she approches it trying her best to make no sounds.
Her filp-flops.
She takes it off, and puts them in her purse, momentarly unconcerned about the sand getting inside of it.

Barefooted, she stands in front of the door.
The opening is not enough for her to see anything but wooden desk and an empty chair behind it.
It seems like some kind of office.
Camille concentrates in attempt to hear what's happening inside.
Those people are proabably in there, but they aren't talking anymore and shehas no clue about what they are doing.

She knows she should just turn back and head to the counter before someone catches her, but somewhat she feels like she can't.

Hesitantly she palces her hand on the wooden surface, with her heart racing like crazy, and gives it an imperceptible push.
Fortunately the hinges are well lubricated.
The heavy door moves, but barely of a couple of inches.
Just enough to sate Camille's curiosity.

Her surprise is complete, when she sees the scene unfolding before her eyes.