This seems fun, and here is mine:
The corridors of the Citadel breathed with a life that was not mortal. Lualhati walked with Darion at her side, her hand brushing the wall as though to test whether the stone would pulse beneath her touch.
Vanessa blinked. "You're serious?"
"As a heart attack."
She scoffed, glancing around the restaurant. The few remaining guests barely spared them a glance, and the soft strains of a slow jazz melody curled through the air. She hesitated, but Vincent's hand remained, unwavering.
Rose jolted awake.Her cabin. Her bed. The diary, still open across her lap. Her aunt knocking again, cheerful and impatient. “Rose, we’ll be late for the second sitting if you don’t get up this instant!”
