The white Chevvy Cruze, the back end covered in stickers from places from the south east of America, idled along the street. Inside the white car, which Sunny called "The Marshmallow," the Cahalith was comparing a crumpled piece of paper to the building numbers and finally found the place she was looking for.
The car came to a stop, and Sunny Day stepped out, stretching. She had been driving for the better part of 13 hours, the last leg from Phoenix to Sacramento having been a longer drive she had expected. She would have broken it up, but honestly... alone hadn't suited her, not out on the road.
She moved aside a bag from the boot, and pushed her guitar case to the side, and opening the cooler pulled out the six pack of craft beer she had picked up that morning. Charon's Ticket had said that Tiny would understand the beer reference and that Sunny should pick up some before she arrived. Whatever the case, it was a reference she didn't get.
She made her way to the door, double checked the number and knocked.