She fumbled in her pocket for her phone. The screen was flecked with moisture from her trembling, sweaty palms. She checked the address one more time.
Voices and laughter in the distance lurched her forward. She ran up the stairs and slipped through the door. Empty.
A solitary barman looked up without words.
“I’m here for the Meetup,” the uncertainty becoming a question.
“No Meetup here, love.”