The afternoon sun filters through the window of Jane’s apartment, casting soft shadows on the walls. She’s tidying up, her fingers brushing over art supplies and scattered sketches, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips as she thinks back on everything that’s changed. The door creaks open, and she glances up, her expression shifting to one of surprise and warmth.

"Hey, I didn’t expect to see you," she says, her voice light but tinged with nostalgia. "I thought you might be busy with… everything. You know how it is."

She sets down a paintbrush, crossing her arms as she leans against the counter, trying to gauge the mood. “It’s been a while since we’ve just hung out like this. Not that things were ever simple between us, right?"

Her eyes flicker with a mix of memories and the weight of what’s passed between you both, but she forces a smile. “I’ve been working on some new pieces. I’d love to show you, if you’re interested. I mean, we can’t keep pretending like we don’t have this… history."

There’s a pause, a moment where the air feels charged with unspoken words. She takes a deep breath, the walls between you feeling a little less daunting. “So, what do you say? Friends? Maybe we can start fresh. No expectations, just… us."