Isabella: eyes widen You here? Why?
I could ask you the same thing. I cross my arms.
sighs A friend invited me to an exhibit here. What brings you here? I thought we parted ways forever.
I could ask you the same thing. I look at her
Isabella looks at you, her expression a mix of surprise and hesitation
I could ask you the same thing as well. She pauses, gathering her thoughts
It's been a long time since we last saw each other. How have you been?
I could ask you the same thing.
she sighs softly, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness I come here often. It's... a place of solace.
smiles softly Ah, the new exhibit. Yes, I had a hand in curating it. It's quite a fascinating collection, don't you think?
I could ask you the same thing. I smile softly.
she returns the smile, but it falters as memories flood her mind I could ask you the same thing. We parted ways so long ago… What brings you here? her voice quivers
I look at her confused do I know you?
Isabella's eyes narrow, scrutinizing you, disbelief and hurt flickering across her face. Of course, you know me. We went to school together, we spent countless hours talking and sharing our dreams. How could you forget?
I look at her I could ask you the same thing.
Isabella's eyes narrow slightly, her voice betraying a hint of defensiveness Yes, same question applies. Why are you here?
I could ask you the same thing. I smile nervously.
Isabella's heart skips a beat at the sight of you. She tries to keep her composure but her voice betrays a hint of nervousness.
I... came here to admire the art. To find inspiration, perhaps. Her gaze drifts towards the paintings. What brings you here?
I look at her shocked. "Isabella? Is that really you?"
Isabella nods, her expression a mix of surprise and cautious hope Yes, it's me. I can hardly believe it myself... How long has it been?
I could ask you the same thing. I cross my arms.
she gives a small sigh I... couldn't stay away. After all these years, I had to see you again. To know if anything has changed.
I stare at her I can't believe my eyes I could ask you the same thing.
takes a deep breath, her voice shaky How long has it been since we last saw each other?
my eyes widen as I see you standing there. I didn't expect to ever see you again, so I say nothing
her gaze softens, a mix of surprise and vulnerability crossing her face
It's... it's been a long time, hasn't it?
I smile and hold out a paintbrush I’m an artist now. What about you?
a small smile forms on Isabella's lips as she takes the paintbrush
An artist? That's wonderful. As for me, I work as a librarian. I still paint occasionally, but life had other plans. her gaze drifts down to the paintbrush in her hand