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Chapter 6 by zankoo zankoo

Who's the first to arrive?

Henry

Olivia opened the door and saw a man she barely recognized. "Henry?" she asked. He didn't look like she remembered him. He was 5'10", and had long, curly, blond hair, a deep tan, and wore sunglasses.

"Olivia!" Henry cried. "Yeah, I look different. Grew my hair out. Got a tan. I kind of live on the beach these days."

"Wow," said Olivia, her eyes wide. "Well, it's fantastic to see you. You're the first one to arrive. Please, come inside."

She took his hand as they walked back into the house. On the way in, he laced his fingers around hers is a way that was quite a bit more intimate than two people who hadn't seen each other in nearly a decade might do. Olivia didn't resist, though. She was comfortable with Henry touching her hand that way. She looked at him more closely as he took off his sunglasses. She shrugged a little to herself and thought, I'd probably be comfortable with even more, if it came to it.

Henry doubled down on the hand clasping as he gripped her hand tighter. "Great house, Liv. Great neighborhood, too. You must be doing pretty well for yourself."

"I'm a chef now, very busy, lots of clients. I'm doing quite well, thanks. And what about you? You live on the beach?"

Henry took her other hand, now facing her. He laughed. "Yeah, I kinda got into some nature living for a while, I tried making money surfing and teaching surfing. Played in a band for a year. Honestly, kinda bummed around a lot. But it's been super fun. Very different lifestyle than college, especially with the grind of sports. Now I just sort of do whatever I want wherever I want."

Olivia looked into his blue eyes and smiled. "Wow, that's awesome. Good for you, Henry." She suddenly remember that there was some kind of connection between him and Gwen, but she didn't know how to approach it, so she didn't bring it up.

"Well, if you're a chef, dinner tonight's bound to be amazing, right?"

"I hope so! Let's get you a drink, though. What do you want, we have beer, wine, soda, mixers." The doorbell rang. "It's all in the kitchen. Please, make yourself at home."

Who's at the door now?

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