"I got it!" Jen announced and walked to the front of the brownstone, through the living room, to answer the door. She peered through the peephole on the front door and smiled at the site of Hal looking quite handsome. She was dressed for the occasion—a fancy dinner for family and friends—in an elegant black, party dress made of lace whose accents and three-quarter length sleeves popped against her jade-colored skin.
She pulled the door open and greeted him with a smile. "Hi Hal, come on in. Its freezing outside, we've got a fire going," she said and held the door open and allowed him entry into Alan's home. "You look quite smart," she remarked assessing his peacoat with a discerning eye. If there was one thing she knew it was fashion, and Jen had always been an admirer of menswear. As well as the men who wore them. Shutting the door behind Hal, she moved to greet him properly now and gave him a kiss to the cheek at that. "Happy thanksgiving. Can I take your coat?"