The temperature in the room dropped nearly 20 degrees; it went from hot to cold.

She and River looked at me hard; but I lowered my eyes and leaned forward, with the nonchalance turned up to eleven, extinguished my cigarette, made eye-contact and nodded curtly.

The water pinpricked her face as she stepped into the shower.

The savory rabbit soup contrasted well with the sweet cucumber sandwiches with jam.