You drove through 3 neighborhoods in the same town you were in, then spotted an apartment complex, which had the matching coordinates that D.C gave you that morning. You park in the parking lot, and then ask the receptionist at the building the number of D.C's apartment room, then head upstairs to find it.
You follow the numbers on the doors, until you finally arrived to your location, while at the same time knocking on the door so whoever was on the other side would answer, and allow you in. Luckily, you heard footsteps from the outside of the door, and see the door open to find a man the same age as you with shaggy long brown hair, a black t-shirt, and jean pants. "Didn't think you would come," he says. "You're D.C?" You ask. "Doug Clarkman, actually," the man answers. "Won't you come in?"