Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following opening:
The patio was deserted, everyone was inside, at his birthday party, having a good time. And yet, here he was, on the patio, standing at the railing and looking out at the carefully manicured lawn visible in the dim glow from the cloudless night. He was alone.
He could walk in that house, grab anyone he wanted, male or female, and have his way with them and they would thank him. Thank him! And it was that thought that made him lonely. It was that thought that turned the mild spring night into a bitter cold prison. He wasn’t living his dream. Hell, he wasn’t living at all.
The noise from the party grew as someone opened the patio doors and closed them. He heard the soft tapping of stilettos on stone and he turned around to see who had come out on the patio. His breath caught in his throat as he saw a petite brunette in a black dress staring up at the sky. Wonder danced across her features as she looked at the stars easily visible out here on his acreage. The lights of the city were blocked and the stars, invisible to most city dwellers, were twinkling in wild abandon. He released his breath, rather noisily, and the vision in black stumbled as she looked down to see who was outside with her.
“I didn’t mean to disturb you,” he said, the manners that his mother taught him coming out in full force, “but the steps are only a couple feet away from you.” He pointed to the three steps that separated the levels of the patio. “I didn’t want you to fall and hurt yourself.”
Even though it was dark he could tell that she was blushing. She glanced down at the steps in front of her and took a side step, towards him and the relative safety of the railing.
“Thanks,” she said, tucking a loose auburn curl behind her ear. “I was just coming outside to take a look at the stars. The real stars, not the pretentious ones inside the house.” She quickly covered her mouth with her hands. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that you were pretentious, I don’t even know you really, it’s the other pretentious, I mean, people … oh, hell.”
She covered her face with her hands, waiting for the response, but the quiet chuckling through her off guard.
“That’s quite all right, as I have to agree with you. There are a lot of pretentious people in there. I like the people out here so much better, even if I don’t know their name.”
“Gigi,” she said looking at him. “I blame my parents. And you are?”
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