My roommates alleged double life

"Nose goes!" Everyone slapped their fingers to their noses, not wanting to be the last one.

"Aaand...Bonnie. You're first. Go outside while we discuss this," and with that, Bonnie walked outside, huddled under her blanket, while we discussed how to conduct this round of "Psychiatrist".

Just as we were about to call Bonnie back inside, we heard a shattering and some profane words from the porch. We heard Bonnie laughing, and then the porch door opened, a guy in a beanie holding Bonnie. He set her down, left, and then returned with a case of beer.

"Hey, guys, I'm Spencer. Is Mariah here?" We all blinked a few times before letting him know that Mariah was on a date but she should be home soon, sorry bro. He looked confused.

"Well, I brought beer!" he said, I suppose trying to make friends?

There was dead silence in the apartment.

"That's great! Except...none of us drink," I responded, sensing how awkward he felt.

His bewilderment was apparent. "Well...I guess I'll just put this in the kitchen," he said, moving past me.

"Yeah. So, how do you know Mariah?" I asked, as he tried to get himself and his beer around the many people crowded into the living room.

"We work together at the coffee garden." He said, finally making it to the hallway before the kitchen.

"Hey that's awesome. Wait. Except, Mariah doesn't work at the coffee garden."

The awkward silence was almost as awkward as the previous one.

"Wait...she doesn't? Uhm...am I at the right place? 174 N Main St?" I honestly felt really bad for this guy.

"No...this is 180 N Main St."

Seriously. I didn't know so many awkward silences could exist within such a short period of time.

"Oh." He honestly looked like he didn't know how to handle the situation.

"Uhm. Do you. Uh...you could. Uhm. Well." Seriously. Is there a polite way to say 'this way too the door please leave now'?

He blinked a few times and looked sincerely lost.

"Uh. Well. If you go out the doors and head to the left, you'll find 174." I motioned awkwardly towards the front door. "There are stairs." I added stupidly.

He still looked lost. I didn't want to seem rude and open the front door, so we all just stood there for a few more dreadfully awkward moments.

"All right. Well. It was nice meeting you guys, I guess." He said, opening the front door.

"Hope you find the right apartment..."