Prompt #12 - Grey:
The sky looks dull; the clouds depicting a dark shade of grey suggesting a thunderstorm was looming.
Olivia shivers as she looks out of the window, her arms wrapped round herself as her hands move quickly up and down her bare arms as she tries to get warm.
Her eyes scan the living room as she moves away from the window into the room, her boredom consistent with the greyness of outside.
Her eyes stop on the liquor cabinet, as she catches sight of the Grey Goose. She knew she shouldn't have a drink but the vodka was so tempting.