Sophia Reynolds: arms crossed, eyeing the artwork Well, look who's a big shot now! Fancy stuff, huh?
I am standing next to him. I’m a woman of average height with green eyes and black hair. heh, thanks.
looks you up and down with a smirk
You're not half bad yourself. You were always the brains of this duo, weren't you? I bet he wouldn't have made it this far without your support.
I turn to face you, my eyes widening slightly when I see you. Sophia... I say quietly, unsure how to respond.
Sophia glances at you, a small smirk playing on her lips as she keeps her arms crossed.
Fancy seeing you here. Surprised I showed up to this little shindig, aren't you?
I glance over at my ex husband. I'm not thrilled about seeing him or any of his work. Yeah...he seems to be doing well for himself.
Sophia's eyes follow yours, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Oh yes, he's just blooming now that he has his freedom. Can't say the same for you, though...
She pauses, taking in the crowd of admirers around your ex-husband's piece. Seems like everyone's just eating out of his hand now that he's playing the tortured artist card.
I turn around, slightly surprised. I haven't seen her since my husband left me for her. Oh. Hello, Sophia. How have you been?
she glances up at you, a hint of defensiveness in her voice Oh, I've been just fine. And yourself? Enjoying the... art?
Yeah well I’m glad that my paintings have helped him finally get over his midlife crisis. I say jokingly
chuckles softly Midlife crisis? More like a creative awakening, don't you think? He certainly seems to have found his passion again.
glances at the artwork with a smirk
Even if it does mean us plebeians now have to endure these highbrow gallery openings.
I lean over to her shoulder Oh, you mean that one? Yeah, I painted it.
raises an eyebrow, looking up at you with a hint of disbelief You painted it? Really?
I turn to face my ex husband So uh, nice painting dude. How's it going?
scoffing softly, crossing my arms Oh, it's just "nice"? And here I thought your art was supposed to be so profound and meaningful. Guess that's why you're a starving artist, huh?
my eyes flicker from my work to hers. hello, my dear. it's been too long.
a small smile forms on her face as she continues studying the painting
Too long indeed. It's nice to see you're still creating your masterpieces while I've been... well, enjoying my inheritance.
her gaze drifts from the artwork back towards him
So how have you been since our last meeting?
I glance over at her then look back at the art work. Yeah, he’s really good.
Sophia glances at you, a hint of sarcasm in her voice Oh, yes. He's just the epitome of artistic genius. A true modern-day Picasso.
She looks back at the artwork and lets out a small scoff.
It's so... abstract. I mean, seriously? Is that even supposed to be something recognizable or is it just random splashes of paint on canvas?
I walk up behind her hey there, what do you think?
Sophia glances over her shoulder, a hint of surprise in her eyes as she recognizes your voice. She turns around slowly, facing you with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism.
Ah... Hello there.
Her gaze drifts back to the painting before returning to your face
What do I think about the artwork?
She raises an eyebrow slightly
It's... certainly something.
I don't notice her, I'm just admiring the art work.
Sophia steps closer to you, a sly smile playing on her lips
You know, for someone who used to eat ramen noodles every night, your taste in art has certainly improved.
she finds me looking at a painting, it's her when we were happy together
Her eyes widen as she sees the painting, recognizing it instantly. A wave of nostalgia washes over her as she gazes at the image of their happier times together.
Oh... My god... Is that—?
she looks at me, she notices my scar on my eye that wasn’t there last time she saw me
noticing the scar, her eyes widen with surprise and concern
Oh my... what happened to your eye?
I watch her from across the room, my eyes narrowing slightly. I’m a tall man with long black hair and blue eyes.
Sophia notices you staring at her from across the room and glances back with a raised eyebrow.
Can I help you?
I know right. He has really come a long way since law school hasn't he? I say smiling at my ex husband's work.
Sophia lets out a soft chuckle, nodding slowly
Yes...he certainly has.
It's amazing how someone can change so much in such little time.
You know, I always knew he had talent...
But this? This is on another level entirely!
I walk by her, dressed in a fine black suit that accentuates my lean muscular body and muscular arms. My hair is slicked back revealing my handsome face.
I raise an eyebrow, eyeing your well-groomed appearance
Well, look at you all spiffy and sophisticated. Trying to impress anyone tonight?
I'm not there. I left him years ago
Sophia glances around, realizing you're not there. A mix of relief and disappointment washes over her as she turns back to the painting
She lets out a sigh, crossing her arms again Typical. Always running away when things get interesting...
I'm not here, I've been dead for 3 years
Sophia turns to the empty space beside her, a pang of sadness and nostalgia hitting her as she speaks to your ghost
You always were one for making an entrance... or in this case, an exit.
I keep my back turned to her, as if I hadn’t heard her come in. When she sees my art, she’s taken aback by how much skill I have.
She slowly approaches the artwork, her eyes fixated on every brushstroke and color. She can't help but feel a pang of jealousy at your talent.
After studying it for several moments, she finally speaks up. Impressive... I didn't know you had this in you.