Five
he says, clearing his throat, gesturing for me to get out.
"The flash drive... I... I went to the wrong room... I got embarrassed and hid."
"Alright... let's go."
"Sam... are you in some sort of role-playing cult?"
"Enough, Estela. I'm not in a cult. Tonight I'll try to explain something to you," he growls, abrupt, urging me to step out, his voice low and shadowed.
Back in the hall, the music is so loud it's hard to hear Sam. Suddenly it quiets down, the multicolored lights start spinning, and "Someone Like You" by Adele begins to play.