Tiny black Audi pulled to a stop on the street in front of the address marked on Troy's phone, glancing at the phone to be sure of it, Troy then looked up at the flat before pushing out of the car and shutting it behind him. He straightened the long, wool jacket that he wore over his suit, and brushed off the top of his black driver cap before locking his car and making his way up towards the other side of the car.
He was aware, of course, that he was just a bit early. He hadn't wanted to be late, and with the way of the snow fall here he wanted to set out early enough to give himself time. Fortunately, time was made pretty simply and so now he was a little early, but suspected John wouldn't mind. Heck, it'd give him time to catch up and meet Rose before dinner started anyway.
Passenger side door opened up, he grabbed a bottle of red wine, a Merlot, and tucked it under his arm before them picking up a couple of other things. Turning as he shut the door, Troy made his way up the walk and into the apartment building where he could meander through until he found the flat of Rose and John, taking a moment before knocking on the door and stepping back in anticipation. It'd been too long since he'd seen his cousin; what, with him being in the States and Troy having been back in England for quite some time. It would be nice to catch up, talk about crazy family members, cranky uncles, and other things.