A long low whistle.

Still midway of the staircase, Vanessa freezes when she hears something that sounds exactly like a low wolf whistle coming from downstairs.
Startled, she leans out of the handrail.

Just below her a tanned guy with dirty blonde hair is looking up to her, awestruck.

"W-Who the hell are you? How did you get inside?" She asks after the intial shock.

The stranger, which seems to have overcome his own suprise, is now openly checking her out with a swaggering grin.

Vanessa blushes outraged.
Torned between the impulse of going back in her room and put on something less revealing and the need to know what's happening, she remains still.

"Dude, you should really come see this ..." He gloats without taking his eyes off her even for a second.

Now that she looks at him better, the boy seems to have roughly her age, maybe slightly younger.
Kind of handsome actually...
He's wearing a pair of green shorts and an unbuttoned half-sleeves shirt that leaves exposed his well toned abs.

Vanessa crosses her arm defensively and glares him as his friends shows up in the kitchen doorstep and joins him.

"No shit ..." Exclaims the newcomer dropping his jaw and taking off his sunglasses.
He's bigger than his friend, even if less wiry, and his head is completely shaven.

"Ok, i don't know who the hell you are, but i'm gonna call the police if you don't get out of my house immidiatley." Growls the girl, as a third person shows up in the french door overlooking the shore.

"Oh Gosh, Vanessa! I'm sorry, i didn't know you were here." Says the figure with the sun in backlight.