The "first line of fic" prompts—I'm given the first sentence, and write the next five.
One.
"Just… tell me what I can do to make it right."
"It's too fucking late," Nadine snaps, and swipes at her eyes angrily. "Don't you get it? I have to resign now."
Compromising work for love - again.
"Nadine…"
She glares at him, eyes bright and furious. "You weren't worth it."
Two.
"Let's see how you like it then; having someone steal your chance at happiness."
Nadine stares at him, stunned, and unsure of what he means. "I wasn't your…"
"You could have been." Mike looks away, as if he's ashamed of the admission.
"So, what – this is your way of getting back at me for breaking up with you? Is that it?"
"Would you believe me if I said no?"
She falters. "No, I suppose I wouldn't."
Three.
"He's my…"
Nadine stopped herself short, fully aware that it was already too late to correct for that little slip.
Elizabeth lifted one eyebrow. "He's your…?" she prompted.
Nadine blinked, her mind grasping for a way to walk this back that her boss might actually accept.
"Friend?" she tried weakly. The word lifted at the end, like it needed Elizabeth's permission to exist.
The Secretary regarded her for a long moment, then a small smile tugged at her lips. "Okay… if you say so."
Four.
"Babe, please, listen to me –"
She cut him off sharply. "Babe?"
No one's actually called her that since the Reagan administration.
He paused. "…Yeah. Babe. That okay?"
She frowned and thought about it. "That's bold."
She thought about it some more. "Try something else."