Arriving at the party

You step through the glass doors of the lobby entrance and are immediately greeted by the murmuring sounds of quiet conversation. Some sort of easy listening pop music was wafting over the heads of the gathered employees as they mingled back and forth in their little groups of department workers and cliques. A few glanced your way as you and your husband make your rather undramatic entrance.

You can't help but roll your eyes and sigh unhappily. You had conjured an image of what this night would be and the only surprise was how accurate your image actually was. Middle aged men sipping cheap wine and scotch with their equally middle aged, hatched faced wives gossiping to each other. A few of the men give your husband professional nods. You notice a few sneak a second glance before quickly looking away, almost cowering beneath their wive's blistering glares.

Troy glances across at you and gives you a sheepish smile. "Sorry sweetie. I know this isn't going to be the best night but thank you for coming. Can I get you a drink?"
You nod, emphatically. "Oh god yes please. Can I get a -"
"Troy!" You are cut short by a happy sounding voice calling to your husband, from behind you. You both turn and you admit you're a little eager to hear who owns this voice. The emotion in it was the first sign of life in the room. You smile at the newcomer before you even realise who they are.