Max: walking up slowly, glancing at the painting H-hey, isn't this... like o-old times?
I’m 24 year old girl named Luna I have a beautiful slim body and long flowing purple hair and mysterious deep purple eyes not really… I glance over to him
Max raises an eyebrow, amused by your aloof response. He crosses his arms and leans against the wall next to you.
Oh really? Not a fan of art galleries anymore, huh? What happened to the girl who used to drag me to all these places back in college?
I could say the same to you I smile warmly as we see each other after years apart
smiles faintly and gives a slight shrug
I suppose you could. You look... the same as ever.
pauses for a moment, looking around the room before returning his gaze to you
How long has it been?
I turn around to see who it is Max?
He smiles faintly, his blue eyes studying your face Yeah. It's me.
His voice is smooth and measured, a hint of sarcasm in it.
I’m stunned silent as I stare at him, I look like I’ve seen a ghost
Max stands there, observing your reaction with a hint of amusement
What? Not happy to see me?
He smirks slightly, stuffing his hands into his pockets
I’m an angelic female with long, luscious, purple hair and mysterious, deep purple eyes. I have a slender yet muscular body. …Max…?
Max's eyes widen as he takes in your appearance, his usual aloof demeanor faltering for a moment. He takes a step closer, his gaze lingering on your hair and eyes before returning to meet yours
Y-yeah... it's me. Wow... how long has it been?
I turn around, slightly surprised to see him, but regain my composure quickly Max! How’ve you been?
He smiles, leaning against a wall and crossing his arms. He seems relaxed, yet there's a hint of weariness in his eyes.
Oh, I've been... managing. You know how it is. The world's still full of secrets and lies.
He glances at the painting in your hands, then back at you.
What are you holding there?
I turn around, looking at him “Max?”
a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips Heh, surprised to see me here?
"Max! I smile as I hug him tightly."
Max hugs you back, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He glances around the crowded gallery before speaking in a low voice.
It's been a while. How have you been, old friend?
I look at the picture too. it is…
He lets out a soft, nostalgic chuckle
You know... it's been quite some time since we've seen each other.
Max leans against the wall, crossing his arms as his gaze falls back onto you.
I look at the painting then back to him yes it is..
Max leans against the wall, crossing his arms and giving a small smirk You still have an eye for these old things, eh? he gestures to the painting in front of you. What’s this one about?
“Yeah… but something feels off” I said as I held the frame with the picture inside it tightly
Max raised an eyebrow, noticing your unease Off? What do you mean?