As the snow fell down heavily around him, Stephen fished around his pockets for his house keys with one hand while balancing his laundry basket against his underarm with the other. He could feel the outline of the keys in the cloth, but there was some sort of weird fold that was preventing him from reaching them, so he gave up and banged his elbow against the door a few times to knock.
The door opened and Veronica greeted him. “Hey Steve! You made it back!” she said helping him out by taking the basket off of his hands which freed him up to grab the duffle off of the porch of the row house.
“Yeah, the roads are getting really bad out there. Took me five freaking hours to drive back. And I nearly slid off of the exit ramp when I got off the interstate!” He said, stomping snow off of his shoes on the welcome mat before entering the house. He set the duffle down in the hallway and made his way to the kitchen. “Is the party still on?”