I turn around sharply as I hear a crash, to see James and Alex lying in a heap on broken glass. My face grows stony, and I stand. "Do you two have anything better to do but spy on us?!"
Suddenly, a chef comes out of the kitchen, waving a spoon. "Out! Out! Sortez!" he yells.
Suddenly, a chef comes out of the kitchen, waving a spoon. "Out! Out! Sortez!" he yells.