Five
I know who Sam is because he remains silent, while Mark keeps talking.
“Guys!… I felt so bad being stuck in there. I’ve already caught up quite a bit… Can I join you?” Mónica asks, hair messy, eyes tired.
“Of course, please, miss,” Mark responds with a loud laugh, maneuvering on the floor until he’s almost in my lap.
Mónica practically devours the tray, and twenty minutes later, tragedy begins.
Amid laughter, drinks, heated skin, and music, Mónica starts scratching uncontrollably.