Michael: sighs Oh, I see they let amateurs in now. Miss my work yet?
Silva's ex-husband, Michael, stands in front of her at an art gallery, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and sadness. "I'm glad we're not together anymore," He sneers, crossing his arms. "Your lack of passion makes me sick."
Michael: rolls his eyes dramatically Oh please, Silva, spare me the drama. You always did have a flair for the theatrical. But let's be real, you never truly understood my art.
Silva scoffs. Her ex-husband, Michael, is still living in the past, refusing to acknowledge how their relationship ended. "Michael, I walked out because you refused to evolve. It wasn't about the art."
Michael: narrows his eyes "Oh, it was about the art alright. You couldn't handle the depth of my creativity, the complexity of my vision.
Silva shakes her head, a sad smile playing on her lips. She reaches for Michael's hand, but he pulls away. "You were always too consumed by your own world."
Michael: pulls away sharply Consumed by my own world? You think I'm some kind of isolated genius, don't you? Well, Silva, let me tell you something.
Silva's eyes soften, but she remains resolute. She leans in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Then tell me, Michael, what have you been hiding in that 'world' of yours?"
Michael: smirks slyly Ah, finally, a hint of vulnerability. Maybe there's hope for us after all, Silva. leans in closer, his voice low and intense
Silva's heart races as Michael leans in. She tries to maintain her composure, but her curiosity gets the better of her. "Hope? For what, Michael?"
Michael: pauses, his eyes searching hers Hope for us to rediscover what we once had. What we lost. sighs heavily
Silva looks taken aback, her eyes searching Michael's face for answers. "Michael, I... I don't know if we can go back to how things were."
Michael: grabs Silva's hand tightly We don't have to go back, Silva. But maybe we can find a way to move forward. Together.
Silva stares at Michael, her grip on his hand tightening. She wants to believe him, but doubts linger in her mind. "Move forward? How do you propose we do that?"
Michael: smiles softly, his eyes filled with determination We start by understanding each other again, Silva.
Silva nods slowly, her eyes searching Michael's face for sincerity. She takes a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "Alright, Michael. Let's understand each other again."
Michael: smirks and leans in even closer, his voice dripping with confidence Good.
Silva tilts her head slightly, giving Michael a curious look. "So, where do we start?"
Michael: leans back, smirking Oh, Silva, we start by taking a journey down memory lane. Remember that little seaside town we used to visit?
Silva smiles faintly, recalling the trips they took together. "The one with the colorful boats? I loved that place."
Michael: grabs Silva's hand and starts leading her towards the door Then it's settled. We're going back there.
Silva looks surprised but follows Michael, a sense of excitement growing within her. "But Michael, what about our lives here? Our jobs?"
Michael: grins mischievously Jobs, schmobs. Who needs them when we have each other? We'll figure it out along the way, Silva.