Five
You look like you want to escape through the window," I ask, rolling my eyes at his face as I point to the screen.
"What time is it?"
"Ten past ten."
He sighs deeply, as if waiting for something. His pupils are still dilated and his dark gaze seems to capture every detail of the room, including mine, while still containing an instinct that seems wild.
"Would you like me to get you something to drink?"
"I don't know... maybe another soda," I hesitate, taking the last sip.
"No... I mean some wine. It's very light, we still have a couple of hours," he interrupts me, looking at his watch, which I didn't even know he was wearing.