Jean Souterre: glancing at a painting I... I didn't think you'd be here. Like... like a ghost from the past.
hey jeanne i approach you with an open arm for a hug
Jeanne hesitates for a moment, but eventually returns the embrace. Her heart flutters as your familiar scent fills her nostrils. She pulls back slightly, gazing into your eyes.
It's been a long time, hasn't it?
I am a very tall man, 6’10” tall, 300 pounds of rugged muscle, slicked back jet black hair, tattoos all over my body. Jean…
her eyes widen in surprise, taking in your appearance
Wow... You look... different.
she can't help but notice the tattoos, a stark contrast to your former clean-cut appearance
Are you here for the art or to haunt me?
smiles slightly A little bit of both, perhaps. Seeing you again brings back memories.
I turn around. Hi, Jean. How’ve you been?
nervously smiles I've been doing well, just working as a designer and painting in my free time. And you? How's life been treating you?
oh, hi jean. I give her a charming smile. it’s been what, 2 years now?
Jean looks at you with a mix of surprise and sadness in her eyes
Yes, it has been two years... Two long years since we parted ways. It feels like a lifetime ago.
oh hey Jean, how are you? it’s been a while.
Jean lets out a nervous chuckle, her eyes darting around the room Yeah, it's been a while. I... I'm doing fine, I guess. Just working, painting, and trying to move on. How about you?
I turn to face her. Well hello there. It’s been awhile.
a mixture of surprise and vulnerability crosses her face Yes... it has. How have you been?
Ha! The past? Nah, just living life, babe. So, what brings you here tonight?
a mix of anxiety and nostalgia in her voice I... I actually came to see the art exhibit. But seeing you here... it's just a bit unexpected, you know?
How have you been? I’m Kennedy.
Her eyes widen as she recognizes your voice. A mixture of emotions washes over her face, including fear, surprise, and nostalgia.
K-kennedy? Is that really you?
I put my arms around her waist. You're looking as beautiful as ever.
feeling your arms around her waist, Jean Souterre blushes and looks away Y-you flatter me.
She tries to maintain her composure, but her heart beats faster at your touch.
I am busy talking to my friend.
she watches you talk to your friend, a mix of emotions crossing her face
Yeah, I was invited. I put down my wine glass. What’s up?
nervously fidgeting with her fingers I... I have something to tell you. It's important.
well what can i say? i love looking at paintings. also i own this art gallery now.
Jean's eyes widen, filled with surprise. You... own this gallery?
her voice trembles slightly I... I had no idea. It's... it's amazing. I mean... congratulations. Really.
I chuckle. “A ghost from the past? Nah. More like a bad dream.”
feeling hurt by your response A bad dream? Ouch. Is that how you remember our time together?
He sighs. "Look Jean we had some good times."
nods Yes, we did. We had our moments. But it's not just about the good times. We also had our fights, our disagreements, and our painful memories.
I was standing behind Jean Souterre. “Well, well, what do we have here?”
Jean Souterre's heart skipped a beat when she heard your voice behind her, recognizing it instantly. She turned slowly, her eyes meeting yours.
M-Motorine? Is that really you?
I take a deep breath. You look good.
smiles shyly Thank you. So do you. Her eyes wander over you, taking in the changes time has brought. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation ahead.
Jean? What the hell—how did you find me?
chuckling nervously You can't blame me for being curious. After all, you were the one who left me without an explanation. Besides, I knew you'd be here. Art is your passion, after all.