It had a sign in the window, neatly printed, but hard to see if you weren't walking by. The house's paint was a bit dingy, and while the lights in the lower level were on, it sounded very quiet. She thought about knocking, but it was a place of business...or at least, it was supposed to be. Tentatively, she opened the door. Heat poured out, a welcome respite from the slashing wind. "Um, hello?" she called out. "Oh, good! You made it!" Stacy was there, true to her word. She was still wearing her work clothes, the crisp slacks and fuzzy sweater still looking stylish. Her blonde hair was out of its high ponytail, though, so she looked a bit more relaxed. "I was wondering if you'd bail." "Of course not." She'd considered it only twenty times, and that was just on the short walk from Adam's car to the doorway. "Um...how long is the club meeting, generally?" What she really wanted to say was, "How long do I have to stay before I can go back home and get into pajamas?" But despite her recent dearth of socialization, even she wasn't that gauche.
