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Prompt #57: Lunch
Word count: 100
The soft piano tickled the air, smoky in the dull light. Olivia leaned against the bar, reaching for her vodka martini. The man leaned against her, reaching for her waist as he whispered, "You're stunning." She nodded blandly, sipping at her drink as his hand trailed the underside of her breast. "Absolutely stunning," he continued softly. "Does your husband know?"
She sighed, bored to her eyeballs. He pressed onward, drawing her close. "He doesn't deserve you," he whispered as she wrinkled her nose at his cheap cologne.
"Please," she scoffed, pushing him away. "He destroys men like you before lunch."