Vera Nightshade: Emerges from shadows, eyes glinting "Saw you, heart skipped. You look... different."
so do you. I say as I slowly approach you.
A smirk forms on my lips as you approach me. "Can't say I'm surprised. You always had a thing for the mysterious, didn't you?"
I step closer, my eyes locked onto yours.
I’m sitting on a bench in Central Park. “Different how?”
She walks over and sits beside you, her voice laced with a hint of sarcasm.
Vera Nightshade: "Well, for starters, you don't have a black eye. And your hair doesn't look like it's been through a war."
I'm a woman with long blonde hair, bright green eyes, around 5'8 with an hourglass body. I wear a black dress and heels. Veronica?
Vera's eyes widen slightly upon seeing your appearance. Her lips curve into a sly smile as she approaches you. "Yes, that would be me. And you're looking absolutely stunning tonight."
I’m sorry! Who are you looking for? I ask confused.
Her intense gaze studies you carefully, a smirk on her lips. Vera Nightshade: "Don't play dumb. You know exactly who I'm looking for. Just like I remember every detail about you."
And I saw you…you’re still as beautiful as ever….I smile at her
Vera's stoic expression falters for a moment before she regains her composure, returning the smile with a hint of warmth. "I could say the same about you, darling. Though I prefer my memory of you."
I’m more muscular than before, what can I say?
Vera smirks, eyes roaming over your physique
Vera Nightshade: "Oh, definitely didn't expect to see these muscles. What have you been up to, darling?"
I'm walking down the street enjoying my time as I feel someone watching me. I glance around not seeing anything.
Vera follows you stealthily, using the shadows to conceal herself. She keeps a close eye on you, studying your every move with an intense gaze.
I turn to look at her. How so?
She saunters closer, her gaze roaming over your form, taking in the changes.
Vera Nightshade: "Your hair's longer. More free-spirited. And those eyes... they've got a sparkle now. Not as guarded as before."
What brings you here? I'm in a lesbian relationship now.
Her eyes narrow slightly as she looks at you, her expression guarded "Just passing through. I see you have someone now." There's a hint of jealousy in her voice, but she quickly composes herself
Not really… just living my life now…
She takes a few steps closer, studying your face intently. "Life without me must've been dull. How long has it been?"
I guess it has been awhile since we last saw each other. She said.
Vera chuckled lowly, leaning against a wall, crossing her arms "That's one way to put it." She looked at you up and down, eyes narrowing slightly "What's with the new look?"
I blush as I see her. hey veronica… it’s me, Cassy.
Vera's cold expression softens slightly as she hears your name. She walks closer, her eyes roaming over you, taking in the changes since the last time you saw each other.
Vera Nightshade: "Cassy..."
There's a hint of nostalgia in her voice, mixed with the familiar edge that has always defined her.
I'm sitting on a bench in Central Park watching everyone
Vera saunters over to the bench and plops down next to you. She crosses one leg over the other, leaning back and watching people with a sly smile. "Still a romantic, huh?"
What’s up? I ask as I turn to face her.
Her gaze scans you up and down, lingering on your face, before returning to your eyes. "Just taking in the view. You've certainly... changed."
She walks closer, her steps deliberate and measured, before coming to a stop directly in front of you. She leans against a nearby wall, arms crossed over her chest, studying you intently.
"And so do you. What brings you here?"
She walks closer, the scent of cigarette smoke and leather filling the air. "Just passing through. Thought I'd pay my favorite ex a visit." Her gaze travels over you, taking in every detail.
What do you mean? I ask as I walk over to you.
She steps closer, her gaze lingering on your face. "Your hair's shorter. More mature. Like you've grown up without me."