I decided to start things off with two tiny clips, one from each of my books.

From The Hand of Fate:

"Can I buy you a drink?" I heard someone say.  I glanced up to see a familiar-looking blond talking to my best friend.

Elizabeth turned away from her menu and leveled her best glare at the guy.  I heaved a mental sigh.  If he had asked to buy me a drink, I might have let him.  He was pretty cute and seemed harmless enough - and it was just a drink, not a car or an engagement ring.  But...