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Prompt #88: He
Word count: 100
Olivia sighed into her drink, bored. A band of wind snapped over the beach, sending up a plume of sand. It stung her eyes and she grimaced, fed up. "Bette, I'm going home."
Bette nodded, distracted by the man whispering in her ear. Olivia turned, walking straight into a strange pair of arms. The man's dark eyes swept over her, piercing her soul as she fell against him. "I'm sorry," she gasped as he steadied her.
"Don't be," he murmured, a wicked glimmer in his eyes.
She turned to Bette, shaking her. "Who's he?"
"Oh," she sighed, "that's just Gregory."