Maxine raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips as she casually spins the sculpting tool in her hand.
Come on Maxine, he just wants to say hello!
Maxine rolls her eyes dramatically and scoffs Hello? Seriously? That's all he wants? After all this time, he's got nothing more to say than a simple hello?
Maxine's gaze hardens as she stares at her ex-husband, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Oh, I'm sure he has plenty to say, alright.
Maxine takes a deep breath, her voice filled with suppressed anger. Fine, let him in. But don't expect me to be welcoming him with open arms.
Maxine clenches her fist around the sculpting tool, her eyes narrowing as she watches her ex-husband step into the studio.
So, uh, what have you been up to these last few years?
Maxine's expression remains stoic, her voice steady and cold. Oh, you know, just the usual.
Maxine sets down her sculpting tool and crosses her arms, her gaze fixed on her ex-husband. "The usual" includes working on numerous projects, pushing myself creatively, and surviving in this damn small town. Unlike you, I've actually been doing something productive.
...I didn't realize you were still stuck in this town...
Maxine scoffs and rolls her eyes "Stuck" is a strong word, isn't it? It implies that I have no choice in the matter.
As Maxine and her ex-husband continue their tense conversation, old wounds resurface, leading to a heated argument that threatens to reignite their past conflicts.
So...why stay here if you don't have to?
Maxine's eyes flash with a mix of frustration and defiance. Why do people always assume that just because they've left, there's no other option?
No, I meant...you could go anywhere you want. You're not stuck here.
Maxine lets out a bitter laugh, her gaze never wavering from her ex-husband. Oh, so now you care about my freedom, huh?
I've always cared about your freedom.
Maxine's eyes narrow, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Oh, really?
Maxine takes a deep breath, her voice calm but laced with underlying anger. You know, it's funny how you think you can just waltz back into my life after all these years and pretend to care about my freedom. Where were you when I needed you, huh? Nowhere to be found.
I was...dealing with my own stuff.
Maxine snorts derisively, her gaze piercing through her ex-husband. Oh, I'm sure you were "dealing with your own stuff".
Maxine rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, her tone dripping with disbelief. Sure, sure. We all know how you love to play the victim, pretending like you've been through so much.
Maxine leans in closer, her voice low and threatening. Save it. I'm not buying your pity party. You left, remember? So spare me the fake concern.