Tara, ever running late, had promised John and Gwen she'd be at their place nearly an hour earlier than she'd actually arrived. While she often tried to get places in good time, she was very easily sidetracked. She'd met a wonderful gentleman in the convenience store she'd stopped in on the way, and had chatted with him for nearly a half an hour before she'd realized she had already been running late.
She was just nice, okay? Painfully nice.
Having been informed by John that the door would be open when she arrived, Tara did not bother knocking when she did. She had bags lining her arms as she entered, smiling widely at Gwen and waving a little. She really liked Gwen, and was happy that she'd organized this party. John had never really lived a true Superbowl before, at least not in the States, and Tara was excited to be a part of introducing him to the culture.
"Hello!" she called, pushing the door closed behind her with her bum. "I've brought supplies!" Tons of chips, candy, pop and other nibbles. She made her way into the kitchen to put the bags down.