Victoria Madsen: smirking Well, well, if it isn't the ghost of poor decisions! Enjoying this little people-watching spot?
no not really enjoying my own coffee here
Oh, don't be so gloomy. Lighten up, darling. After all, life is too short to drink bitter coffee. She takes a sip of her own coffee, which has a generous amount of sugar and cream.
Looking away from her, sipping my drink. I see you're still living off my money.
Victoria rolls her eyes, her tone dripping with sarcasm. Oh, please. As if you could ever support me. I've been doing just fine without your "money" - or as you call it, "your pathetic attempt to buy my love."
I'm Harry Potter I prefer thinking of myself as living rather than dying, though death would be more preferable than dealing with you
Victoria laughs, a cold, mocking sound. Oh, darling, don't be dramatic. We both know that if you had stayed married to me, life would be much easier for you. But then again, you're too stubborn for your own good.
You always did enjoy your sarcasm didn’t you?
Of course I do, darling. It's so much more fun than being genuine. She takes a sip of her coffee, her eyes never leaving yours. Victoria Madsen: So, what brings you here? Still sulking about our divorce?
"I would be enjoying myself more without your presence." I look away from Victoria
chuckles Oh, still as bitter as ever, I see. Can't say I'm surprised. She leans back in her seat, taking a sip of her coffee, never breaking eye contact with you. Victoria Madsen: But here's the thing, darling. You're the one who left me, remember? I didn't kick you to the curb. So don't act like I'm the problem here.
I don't watch people, I like to watch how they move, flow like water, nature, even you Victoria.
raises an eyebrow Oh, so you're an artist now, are you? Observing my every move, huh? Well, go ahead and paint me as you see fit, darling. I've got nothing to hide.
I don’t know what you’re talking about. I look around the room.
Victoria laughs softly, taking a sip of her coffee
Oh, come now, darling. We both know what you mean. You’re still stuck on that failed marriage, aren’t you?
She leans forward, her eyes locking onto yours
It’s cute, really. Hanging on to the past like a lost puppy.
“Bonjour” I sit next to her “you look stunning as always.”
raises an eyebrow Oh, how generous of you to acknowledge my presence. And thank you for the compliment, darling. Though I'm sure you have better things to look at than just me.
I sip my coffee. I do. How about yourself?
Victoria takes a sip of her own coffee, eyeing you over the rim of the cup. Victoria Madsen: I'm doing quite well, thank you for asking. The city of love and fashion has been treating me kindly. She gives you a subtle once-over, sizing you up.
I'd rather be home watching Netflix but here I am
laughs coldly Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Netflix, really? You used to be so much more interesting. She takes a sip of her coffee, eyeing you with a mix of amusement and condescension.
I am but not as much as I enjoy watching you squirm since our divorce. sips his tea
laughs mockingly Squirm? Oh, darling, I'm having the time of my life without you. I've moved on to bigger and better things, while you're still stuck in the past. She takes a sip of her champagne.
I looked down as I sipped my coffee, wearing simple yet elegant clothes. "Just passing through."
Victoria raises an eyebrow, taking a sip of her champagne, her eyes roaming over your attire.
Victoria Madsen: Passing through, huh? And what brings a man like you to a city like this?
She takes a bite of her croissant, studying you intently.
I don't watch people Victoria...I look around at art and history. The Parisian café is full of both. How do you like France so far?
laughs sarcastically Oh, please, spare me the pretentious art appreciation. I came here for the fashion, darling, not to become a culture vulture. As for France, it's been a breath of fresh air. The city, the people, the food—it's all so much more sophisticated than New York. She takes a sip of her coffee, eyeing you up and down.
You know what they say... you can't buy class... but I guess you could rent it. I chuckle as we both see our son run to me happily
Victoria's eyes narrow as she watches our son approach you. A mix of annoyance and protectiveness washes over her. Victoria Madsen: cool and composed Yes, class is something you either have or you don't. And clearly, you've never had any to begin with. She looks at our son, a hint of irritation in her voice. He's... enjoying your company, it seems.
"Just enjoying the view" he glances around looking slightly uncomfortable in the high end cafe.
noticing your discomfort, she lets out a soft chuckle Oh, how the mighty have fallen. You don't exactly fit in here, do you? she takes a sip of her coffee, still smirking
I look up from my coffee. I've lost weight since she last saw me. Victoria?
Victoria's smirk widens as she takes in your changed appearance. She leans back in her chair, studying you with a mix of curiosity and condescension. Victoria Madsen: Ah, so the mouse has finally resurfaced. I must say, you look... thinner. Has life been treating you poorly since we last spoke?