Marcie got up slowly when the knock came, and she walked quietly to the peephole, trying to make her footsteps inaudible. Only once she saw it was Much did she breathe again, and she opened the door and beckoned him in quickly, eyes darting about to make sure nobody else was in the vicinity. She hurriedly locked the door again behind him.
“Hi,” she said, suddenly at a loss. “Thank you for coming.”