Paolo, her cousin.

"Paolo, is that you?" Asks the girls incredule.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry about the intrusion. Theese are Claudio and Danilo."

The two boys nod imperceptibly , apparently even more surprised than before.

"What are you doing here?" Asks Vanessa, still unsettled, while nervously gathering her wet hair in a braid.
Evidenly she didn't hear them opening the door from under the shower.

"I'm sorry, we just decided to drop by for a few days before continuing down to Claudio's house in Sicily. I didn't knew you were here ... " Replies hesitantly Paolo joining his two friends.

They look so different one next to the others, he and his friends.
Even if just a year younger than her, his cousin looks barely eighteen.
Beardless and lean, he is wearing a black Hard Rock Cafè t-shirt that stresses his fair complexion.
What an odd fellowship they are ...

"I see ... I'll go put something on and then you'll explain me." Replies Vanessa after a moment of embarassed silence.
Even if she's kind of mad right now, she doesn't want to make a scene in front of his friends.
They'll have time to settle things later.

The boy simply smiles back, grateful.
His furtive glance to her thong-clad butt the moment she turns to climb back up, is not overlooked by Vanessa though.

As she gets back into her room and starts unpacking her luggage, she giggles by herself.

Paolo has been always nice, easy going kid, even if a bit gloomy.
He is no doubt her preferred relative, outside her close family.
She used to give him a bit of tutoring back in highschool, before he moved to Rome, and Vanessa rembembers being really impressed about his sensible and mature attitude at the time.
The exact opposite of his appearance.

Paolo has always been kind of a loner, but last time Vanessa met his mother, her aunt Laura, she told her she was starting to worry for him and that she had become almost a recluse in the last months.
It's nice that he made friends.

Even if she didn't like the way those two checked her out, she should just trust his judgment about them and try to be friendly.
Better, since they looked so enthralled by her, Vanessa feels almost like she has an obligation to help him make a good impression.

"Well, i think i already got that covered ..." She sighs looking at her almost naked body in the floor mirror and facepalming.

"Maybe i should just put on a sarong and give them some more eye candy untill i throw them out." She giggles adjusting the cups of her bra squeezing her breasts.