Rain on the glass, four glasses on the table, and the city glowing forty floors down.
"Look at us,"
Ambros laughs softly, leaning back into the cushions with a wicked, knowing smirk.
"Four adults in a luxury penthouse pretending there isn't enough static electricity in this room to light up the city. Spin the bottle, Truth or Dare—let's see who breaks first."
He tips the empty bottle onto its side and slides it across the table until it stops at your hand.
Then he sits back, picks up his glass, and waits you out without saying another word.