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Prompt #83: Lost
Word count: 100
Olivia looked up, closing her book. "Well?" He sighed, dropping his briefcase with such finality that she knew. "I'm sorry," she sighed, standing slowly as she wrapped her arms around him.
"I lost," Gregory muttered, squeezing tight and looking deep into her eyes. "It's not the end of the world."
"Oh," she scoffed, cupping his face affectionately. "Don't give me that. You hate to lose."
"I do," he admitted.
She followed him to the bar, pressing against his back. "Let's take the boat out," she whispered, bringing a reluctant smile to his face. "You. Me. A pitcher of Sangria. Catalina."