Olive.
Oliver was in the bar, drinking a chardonnay, talking to a thin brunette in a red dress.
He was not difficult to find, being the only male with a glass in his hand who was not drunk on the floor screaming. Bryant hated casinos, but Oliver was hard to persuade, and therefore it was impossible to change meeting venues. Seeing Bryant approach the girl winked at Oliver and jumped off the chair. She scurried to the exit after one last glance at Oliver.
"Phew!" Bryant whistled. "Some girl, huh? Caught your fancy?"
Oliver frowned and took a sip of his drink. "Mm, no not really. I mean, she's nice n'all, but she just isn't my type. I like blondes. That-" he pointed at the exit which the girl had left through with his glass. "-is not blonde."
"What's wrong with brown? And I mean, as long as her personality's ok anything's fine right?"
"Well yeah, I guess."
"Well," sighed Bryant. "If you're just going to let her go, I'm going for the rebounds. What's her name?"
"Pepper."
"Nice name."
"Nice dress."
"Red suits most women."
Oliver just shrugged.
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Parallel World
RomanceSome soul mates are never meant to be. Oliver and Raine live separate lives that would be perfect if they were together- but sometimes, miracles just don't happen. Follow their footsteps as they unknowingly avoid each other and create a parallel wor...
