When confronted with a topless girl, there is only one right option. Staring. Lots of staring. This was exactly what Tommy did, standing in the doorway and gawking at Sofia during that period of silence that was more than long enough for Tommy to establish that yes, despite Julian's questionable hygiene, he had pretty good taste in women. Oh, and Julian definitely wasn't there. Or maybe he was, because Tommy hadn't gotten any further than "topless!" before his brain ceased to function.
The scream was deafening, making Tommy immediately clap both hands over his ears. Something hit him on the shoulder before he finally realized that he should move. Now. Before soemthing else - "Ow!" too late.
The startled boy zipped backwards just as the door slammed shut in front of him. This left him standing out in the hall - in the middle of the girl's dorms - with Sofia screaming at him in Spanish.
"I was KNOCKING!" He yelled back, suddenly aware of how exposed he was. And hoping no one came out to see what all the ruckus was about. "I didn't open it! I DIDN'T DO IT!"