Sticky white stuff

Ronnie's point of view:

I stepped inside the room, my hands studying the map on my phone.

I was sure I was at the right place. This was definitely Meg's home.

I hoped I wasn't prying on Meg. I shouldn't be invading, but the door was left unlocked and I couldn't help but walk right in.

"Hello, Meg. Are you home?" I called out.

Meg came out of her bedroom, wearing a blue robe. She nervously laughed as she approached me.

"Heya, what a big surprise this is, Ronnie. What're you doing here?" she asked, her arms opened for a hug.

"Well, what a way to greet a friend," I replied, relieved to see her.

Meg hugged me, laughing. "Sorry, it's just I wasn't expecting you, and I never told you where I lived."

"I thought I might surprise you," I said. "I searched your home address from the student's profile and tracked you down here."

I sniffed as I stared at Meg for a long time.

"Your mouth smells quite funny, Meg," I said. "What did you drink?"

Meg stiffened then smiled. "I don't know what you'r