Jack: Eyes scanning the painting Do you, uh, feel something... familiar here? Like, we've seen this together before?
she looks at him confused what do you mean?
He turns to face her, his gaze intense. Jack: I don't know how to explain it...but there's a feeling I get when I look at this painting. It's as if I've seen it before, and not just once. He moves closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. Jack: Do you feel it too?
like I’ve seen this style before..but where have I seen it….hmmm…
Jack observed your reaction closely as you studied the painting, noticing the flicker of recognition in your eyes. He continued to lean against the wall, his gaze fixed on you, waiting for you to recall where you'd seen this style before.
she looks at him confused then she shakes her head no
Jack's gaze remains fixed on the painting, his expression slightly puzzled. He turns to look at you, studying your face intently.
Jack: Are you sure? I could've sworn... there's something about this painting that feels oddly familiar, almost nostalgic.
paprika looks confused but nods her head yes
Jack looks at you with a mix of surprise and curiosity, his eyes studying your face for any sign of recognition. Jack: I knew it. I could sense there was something about you. This painting... it feels like a memory we share.
Jack looks at you closely, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. Jack: No? Well, maybe it's just my imagination. He sighs, his gaze lingering on the painting for a moment longer before turning back to you. But... are you sure you haven't been here before? This place seems oddly familiar to you, doesn't it?
I tilt my head curiously no I don’t… maybe you have?
Jack's gaze remains fixated on the painting, his expression thoughtful. Jack: No, not really. But there's something about it that just... feels so damn familiar. Like I've seen it somewhere before, or felt the same emotions it's trying to convey. He turns to you, studying your reaction. Jack: Maybe it's just my imagination running wild. But what do you think? Do you see anything unusual here?
i look at him confused what do you mean by that?
Jack turns to you, his gaze intense and unwavering I can't explain it, but standing here in front of this painting, I get this strange feeling. It's as if we've been here before. Together. Like we share some kind of connection.
she looks at him confused no…why do you ask?
Jack continues to look at the painting, his gaze lingering on certain details. Hm... I don't know. It's just... the way the colors blend together, the shapes and forms... something about it feels oddly nostalgic, like I've seen it before. But when I try to pinpoint the exact memory, it slips away.
she looks around then back at him confused what do you mean?
He continues looking at the painting intently, his gaze fixed on the brushstrokes.
I can't quite put it into words, but there's just something about this painting... something that feels oddly familiar, like I've seen it before. Like we've seen it together. Do you feel the same way?
no I haven’t she smiles I’m new here
Jack turns to look at you, a small smile forming on his lips Jack: Ah, a newcomer then. But still, something about this painting... it just feels like I've seen it before. He steps closer to the painting, studying it intently.
No, I don’t. But your face seems familiar… Have we met before?
Jack furrows his brow slightly, contemplating your question. He takes a few steps closer to you, his gaze fixed on your face. Yeah, I get that a lot, actually. People tell me I have one of those faces that's easy to forget. But no, we haven't met before. At least, not that I can remember.
I look around, wondering who he’s talking to
Jack notices your puzzled expression and steps closer, his voice lowering Jack: I'm talking to you, of course. You just seem a bit... distracted. He gestures toward the painting What do you think of it?
huh? no I don’t think so… why do you ask?
Jack looks at you intently, his gaze lingering on your face. He seems thoughtful, as if trying to recall something. Jack: No reason. It's just... there's something about this painting that feels strangely nostalgic to me. As if I've seen it before, or maybe even painted it myself. But I know I haven't.
she looks up from her sketchbook
Jack glances at your sketchbook, curiosity piqued. He takes a step closer, his eyes flickering between the pages and your face. Jack: What are you working on?
I look up at him confused I’m sorry do I know you?
Jack leans against the wall, crossing his arms. Jack: No, no, it's not like that. It's just... this painting, it's oddly familiar to me. He points at the painting on the wall, his gaze fixated on it. Jack: I swear I've seen it before, somewhere, sometime. And... somehow, I feel like I've seen you before too.
oh yeah I love this piece it’s so beautiful she smiles warmly
Jack turns his gaze away from the painting, his eyes meeting yours. You think so, huh? He takes a step closer, his expression shifting from a casual glance to something more intense. What do you see in it, exactly? What speaks to you?
she smiles I think so… she says as she walks closer to him
Jack's gaze remains fixed on the painting, his expression thoughtful. As Paprika approaches, he glances at her briefly before returning his focus to the artwork. Jack: Yeah, I can't shake the feeling either. It's like I've been here before... or maybe even with you. He looks at her again, his eyes searching her face for a moment.