Okay, everyone, it's time for a Sunday Snapshot! Post the last paragraph or several lines of dialogue that you wrote.
It doesn't have to be perfect. It doesn't even have to be good. It just has to be yours.
Here's mine, written on the incredibly low-tech 3"x5" memo pad I found in my purse while sitting at the natural history museum waiting for my son yesterday.
She left him dripping and went inside for a couple of beach towels from the laundry room off the kitchen.
Callan knows Velyan? What the hell is he doing here? Stalking me? She came back out and handed the towels around the shower door.
"Come in the kitchen when you're ready."
"Thanks." His voice was low, rough. As if he didn't use it much.