Camille turned with a smile that soon turned to a sigh.Klaus Mikaelson.He was a complex one, so full of himself that he lured Camille right in.What student studying human psychology won't be interested to know what goes inside his twisted mind? She definitely was.Pressing her pink lips together, she rested her palms on the counter, leaning in as she heard him talk about uselessly.<br/><br/>She watched him take the bottle of rum, as he spoke, making her almost grab the bottle back."Oh, Poor you.Being avoided by your best of friends. "Camille spoke in a dry sarcastic tone, carefully taking back the bottle from his hand.Her black dress, ending just on her midthigh moved perfectly with her, as she smirked at him."You don't like being ignored, do you?"<br/><br/>Crossing her arms over her chest, she rolled her eyes at him.She wasn't a fool, who would get into his emotional trap."If that's the case, I'll call him myself to see if he is just plain avoiding you or not."Grabbing her cell phone, she scrolled down to find Marcel's contact, before calling him.