Two things engage all five senses. One is food; the other is sex. Both are central to Tangled Up in Blue, a novel. Sophie Bennet is a junior in high school. She's not normal; she's known that for a long time. But she wonders if things might be more serious than that:
I am in line at the food court, on break from my job at the megamall, when suddenly I'm somewhere else. My top is off, my skirt is hiked up, my arm is flung over the back of the seat. I kick the gear shift. Good thing Theo put the emergency brake on. I kiss his neck, and the taste of salt blooms blue-green in my mouth. We press against each other so hard it feels like we could push on through.
As quickly as it came, the memory is gone. I'm back in line, while the man in front of me orders. He's fat, bald, and older than my dad, probably in his fifties. Nothing like Theo. But he wears the same cologne.
The smell took me back to the middle of last year. I thought I was crazy. Now I know better.
This isn't a hook. It's probably a first page, but one never knows these days.
First pages can work if there's a twist or a suprise. "Now I know better" isn't either of those.
"so did the judge" might be.