The temperature seemed to drop several degrees with Juju's words. Vice leaned forward to grab one of the bottles off the table. On his left, Davi lit a cigarette.
Ivo wanted one too, but he wondered how it would look if he bumped one off Davi when he was supposed to be Vice's date. He had no idea if Vice smoked.
Vice pulled the cork off the bottle and spit it on the floor before taking a generous swig. He offered the bottle up to Ivo who declined with a shake of his head.
For each second Polyana didn't answer, the tension in the room mounted. Even Lili was feeling restless, kicking her feet back and forth on the edge of the sofa.
Only Juju looked completely cool. She twisted a long strand of hair around her index finger while looking expectantly at Polyana from under her lashes.
"That was a long time ago, I barely remember it," Polyana finally said, affecting an aloofness that no one bought.
