The three of them stood close together under the streetlight. Hope was still in Andrey's arms after almost falling, her face flushed and her blue eyes slightly unfocused.
Before Andrey could answer Hope's suggestion about stopping at a hotel, Lisa who was still leaning against his other side spoke up in a soft, drunken voice.
"Hotel is also good…" Lisa mumbled, her words slow and a little slurred. "We can rest comfortably… and it's already very late at night…"
She looked up at Andrey with hazy eyes, her usual gentle expression now mixed with a touch of childish stubbornness.
Hope, still being held by Andrey, nodded in agreement. She looked up at him from up close, her cheeks red and her lips slightly pursed.
"Andrey… you drove so much today too, right? You must be tired…" she said softly. "Let's stop by a hotel first… just for a bit…"
Andrey felt his heart skip.
'Shit… this is dangerous.'
