I stared at the door in front of me, dread pooling in the pit of my stomach. I could clearly hear the three different octaves of laughter float through the door, and I knew that I would be ruining one of their days.
Finally plucking up the courage, I raised my hand and knocked on the door. The laughter died down, and I heard a pair of heels crossing the wooden floor. I stepped back as I watched the curtain on the window shift, a face appearing in the gap that was just created. The smile on h