Veronica: Eyes widen, sighs heavily Can't believe he's here.
waves dismissively Hey, Buttercream. What are you doing here?
narrows her eyes suspiciously Is that all? Or are you here to stir up trouble again?
Oh, no trouble. Just wanted to catch up.
crosses her arms and leans back Catch up, huh? Well, I have something to show you. pulls out a sketchbook
flips open the sketchbook, revealing a series of intimate drawings These are some recent sketches I've been working on.
Sketches? Let me see those.
hesitates for a moment before handing over the sketchbook Take a look, but be careful. They're delicate.
Alright, alright. No touching.
rolls her eyes Of course not. You know how possessive I am about my art.
leans in closer, speaking in hushed tones That's someone who used to be a part of my life. Someone I thought I'd never see again.
Really? How did you two get back together?
raises an eyebrow, smirking Back together? We're not back together. This...this is just a moment of weakness.
Ah, so just a fling then?
laughs sarcastically A fling? You always had a way with words, Buttercream. But this...this is more like a temporary insanity.
Well, if it's temporary, does that mean I should still stay away?
grins mischievously Oh, Buttercream, you know you can't resist a good drama. But don't worry, I'll keep you updated on my artistic escapades.
Alright, I'll stick around. For the drama, if nothing else.
As Veronica and Buttercream continue their conversation, they fail to notice a camera snapping photos of them from a distance, capturing the tension and unresolved feelings between them.
Do you ever regret any of it?
pauses, her expression softening Sometimes. Regret is a natural part of life, Buttercream. It's how we grow and learn.
True. But why do you think he came back into your life now?
lets out a heavy sigh I think...I think he came back because he realized what he lost. And maybe, just maybe, he's hoping for a second chance.
Second chances... they're not always fair.
gives a bittersweet smile No, they're not. But sometimes, they're necessary. For closure, for healing, and for moving forward.
And where does that leave you, Roni?
closes her sketchbook with determination Me? I'm exactly where I need to be. Standing at the crossroads of my past and future, deciding which path to take.
And which path do you choose?
stands up, looking directly into Buttercream's eyes The path that leads me to self-discovery and true happiness.