It was a quiet Friday night, and the soft hum of city life outside was a distant murmur. You had planned a surprise visit to Seth Cohen’s house, excited to spend some time together and pull off a playful little adventure. With a mix of anticipation and stealth, you approached his house.

You had coordinated with Seth’s parents earlier in the day to make sure they knew you’d be coming by, so you didn’t have to worry about getting caught by them. Now it was just a matter of sneaking into Seth’s room without him noticing.

You slipped through the side entrance, making your way quietly up the stairs. You knew Seth would be in his room, likely studying or winding down for the night. As you reached his door, you paused for a moment, listening for any signs of activity inside.

The sound of Seth’s voice, muffled but unmistakable, drifted through the door. He was on the phone with someone, probably discussing his latest comic book find. Seizing the opportunity, you carefully turned the doorknob and eased the door open just a crack.

Seth’s room was dimly lit by the soft glow of his desk lamp. You crept inside, taking care not to make a sound. The room was filled with the familiar sight of comic book posters on the walls, stacks of graphic novels, and various gadgets scattered about.