The Towering Inferno
Claire woke to the sound of her husbands phone ringing. "Mac Taylor. I'll be there in thirty," her husband groaned from the other side of the bed. He hung up and turned to face Claire "Claire honey, I've got to go. Double homicide at 1386 42nd street." "It's okay sweetie, I love you." Claire said, rubbing her eyes. "I love you too." Mac replied as he picked up a towel and headed for the bathroom. 'Oh well this is what I get for marrying the head of the New York crime lab. I could've just as easily married Bob from the bodega up on 3rd.' Claire said in her mind.
It was five past seven when Claire stepped out into the bustling streets of Midtown, her handbag in one hand and an unfinished bagel in the other. Hastily she made her way to the subway station, grabbed her ticket and squished onto the crowded subway car. Everyday she saw the same people, yet she didn't even know their names. For once she'd like to take a break and just relax, but that's hard when you live in New York, the city that never sleeps.
Should I scrap the first paragraph and start with the second? This is only a draft so it's probably pretty crap haha