Marta, Aaron and ??
Marta stepped out of the elevator, a few bottles of wine clinking happily in the cardboard carrier she'd found; it was far too rude to show up at someone's party without a gift of some sort, and everyone liked wine, didn't they? She had a couple of decent whites, and a couple more lovely reds with her. And Aaron, who was his usual charming self.
"You said there'd be other guys here," he muttered from behind her, and she half expected to look around and see him staring down at the ground, toeing the carpet with his hands shoved in his pockets, or maybe even kicking at the skirting boards.
"I'm sure there'll be other boys here for you to play with. It's a shame Jake's back to his proper age, you could both have come along and brought... I don't know, remote control cars or something," she replied over her shoulder with a smile and then knocked on Cleo's front door.