Del Ethier/Maxxie Delacourt/Tom Sturbridge
Del turned around after a moment. They looked about the same age as him, but he didn't recognize them.
"I've already gone through it; I was checking to see if I'd gotten the address wrong." He pushed his sunglasses the minuscule inch they'd slid down and focused on the address again behind him. No, it was still the right address.
"But I got it right," he remarked pleasantly. "You two don't look familiar," he started thoughtfully, mentally cycling through those friends of Brenn's he had met. Maybe it had nothing to do with Brenn at all. "You two go to Seattle Pacific?"