Knock

You considered the fact that you had seen Emma leave, but had not seen Sara. There was no guarantee the room was actually empty right now. You knock on the door.

"Just a sec!" you hear Sara reply from within. Disappointment washes over you, but you're glad as hell that you hadn't just followed your instincts and barged into the room.

After a few seconds, Sara unlocks and opens the door. She's wearing a chic top that frames her gorgeous cleavage, and a short black cotton skirt. She smiles at you, "Hey! What's up?"

There had to be some reason that you were standing there like an idiot, knocking on her door. Thinking quickly, you ask, "Hey, are you going to this house party thing that everybody's headed to?" She shakes her head as she turns and bends over to put on a shoe.

"No, I've actually got this... umm... thing that I have to get to tonight. Sounds like it should be fun, though!" She finishes putting on her shoes, grabs a bag, and exits her room, turning to lock it. You muse at the futility of that action, as you hold Emma's keys behind your back.

"Well, that's too bad. What's the thing?" She hesitates as she turns back to you. "Just a... little... get-together, no big deal. Have fun at that house party, though!" She heads down the hall, and you watch her leave, admiring her curves as she goes. She enters the stairwell and you hear her footsteps trail off. You turn back to the door.