Openings #2

It’s time for another opening scene! This potential opening came from a prompt on Harlequin’s So You Think You Can Write blog. Would you want to read about Liz and Mark (and Bianca, the frenemy)?

Liz frowned at the jars in front of her, debating which toppings to add to her frozen yogurt. Fresh berries or chocolate chips? M&M’s or graham crackers? Gummy bears or crushed Oreo’s? Bianca pushed her aside, diving straight for the rainbow sprinkles. For all Bianca’s faults, Liz had to give her friend credit for always knowing exactly what she wanted–and how to get it.

“So,” Bianca said, waving her spoon with a dramatic flourish. “I sent Mark a friend request yesterday.”

Mark? Her Mark? Surely, she wasn’t taking about the man who’d shared a cubicle with Liz for nearly a year. The man who’d brought her coffee every morning, but hadn’t asked her out on a date–yet. Dread settled like an anchor in her gut.

Bianca’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Liz choked down rising bile and struggled to speak. “But you’ve never even met Mark.”

“So?” Bianca scooped out a bite of her fro-yo and licked it with enough gusto to be obscene. “As much as you talk about him, I’m pretty sure he’s not an axe-murderer. Hope not, since I’m meeting him for drinks tomorrow night.”

Liz resisted the urge to shove the spoon down Bianca’s throat–but silently prayed she’d choke on it.

“She’s a jellyfisher: You have a conversation with her that seems all nice and friendly, then you suddenly feel like you’ve been stung and you don’t know where it came from.” ― Helen Fielding, Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason

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