“Not really,” I said, holding up my glass. “i just need water.”

“Water's boring at midnight.” He lifted the bottle slightly and shook it. “Do you want to drink wine with me?”

I hesitated. “That’s dangerous.”

He poured anyway and set a glass in front of me. “So is staying awake with your thoughts.”

I sat at the table. “Fine. But only half.”

He nodded then pushed another half full glass toward me. “Half, then.”

I took a sip, making a face. “Too sharp.” I ...