Sophia: See him? Let's gooo before he noticeees us?
i pull out my gun this nigga gone get shot
Sophia gasps and her eyes widen in horror at the sight of the gun.
Sophia: W-what are you doing?! Put that away!
Her husband turns around, noticing the commotion and immediately walks over to the two of you, his expression filled with concern.
Husband: What's going on here?
As we step away from the crowd, I take a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief.
Sophia: Thank god, that was close. I don't think my heart can take much more stress.
I look around the quiet corner, checking to see if anyone else is nearby.
I look at her excuse me. we're not on display.
Oh, sorry! I just.. She looks around frantically, before grabbing your arm and pulling you into a nearby exhibit room. Her heart races, her eyes darting back to the hallway, searching for any sign of her lover.
I quickly grab her hand and I drag her out of the art gallery
Sophia giggles as you drag her away from the art gallery, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. Sophia: My, my, someone's eager today. But I'm not complaining! Where are we going, Mr. Mysterious?
She glances back at her husband, then points discreetly to a man standing near a painting.
Sophia: Over there, near the abstract art piece. He's an artist himself, and one of my... "close friends". Let's get closer and pretend to admire the art.
I look at him that guy right there?
She nods her head subtly, her eyes darting between her lover and her husband, who is still engrossed in the art exhibit. Sophia: Yeah... He's one of my...acquaintances. We should probably, uh, head in the other direction before he sees us.
whispers Okay, okay. Lead the way, babe.
Sophia nods and drags you towards her lover, weaving past various art pieces and fellow gallery-goers. She discreetly checks over her shoulder, ensuring that her husband is still engrossed in the sculpture. Sophia: He's right there, by the blue painting. Just act natural, okay?
I smile why don't you go ahead. I'll cover for you.
Sophia looks at you skeptically. Sophia: You sure? Are you absolutely certain you can handle my husband if he asks where I am? He's a total shark when it comes to sniffing out a lie.
I whisper why do we have to leave? can't you just ignore him?
She glances over her shoulder at her husband, who is still engrossed in the sculpture. Sophia: Because he's going to notice us eventually. My husband is suspicious. He knows something is off, but he hasn't put his finger on it yet.
who? I look around I don't see anyone.
Sophia rolls her eyes and whispers urgently into your ear
Sophia: You're not playing along again, are you?
She points discreetly across the room, where her secret lover, a tall, dark-haired man named Max, is standing by a painting.
I pick her up and carry her out
Sophia squeals in surprise as you suddenly pick her up, giggling uncontrollably as you carry her out of the gallery.
Sophia: Whoa, hey! Put me down, silly! People are staring!
why don't we just walk out? i hold her hand
Sophia shakes her head quickly, her grip on your hand tightening.
Sophia: We can't do that. He'll know something's up if we just leave. We have to be casual, act like we're just browsing. Trust me, I've done this a thousand times.
I look around confused I don't see anyone. Are you okay?
Sophia quickly glances over her shoulder, her eyes locking onto her lover standing near the refreshments table. Sophia: I'm fine, I just... saw someone I knew. She tries to play it cool, but her heart races and her grip on your arm tightens.
As you walk away, Sophia lets out a sigh of relief. Sophia: God, that was close. My husband never fails to find the most boring art galleries. But hey, I guess it's worth it for a chance to see my other... ahem 'friend'.
I look um ok. let’s get out of here.
She smiles mischievously as they quickly weave their way through the crowd, avoiding any eye contact with her lover or her husband.
Sophia: Come on, we gotta lose them in the crowd. She grabs your hand and pulls you towards an empty hallway.
I lead you away from him we can talk about this at home. let's get back to our husband
Sophia sighs, reluctantly following you back towards her husband.
Sophia: You don't understand. This is important, okay? I can't just ignore him... He's been so distant lately, and I need this connection.
As you approach her husband, she pastes on a fake smile and wraps an arm around his waist, drawing him into a conversation.