"May I come in?" Jean inquired, an amused smile on his lips at the look of pure shock on Scarlett's face.
She simply stared at him in dumb shock and then Jean proceeded to move past her, into the room.
"I'll take your fish-eyed staring as a yes."
"How the fuck? Were you here all along?" Scarlett finally found her voice as she closed the door behind her and then walked towards where Jean now stood, in front of a painting of a firefly hung on the wall in the suite.
"Do you still paint?" He suddenly asked, ignoring Scarlett's question, his voice quiet in reminiscence as she came to stand beside him in front of the painting too.
"No." She answered simply. Her voice too had turned solemn as she stared at the yellowish glowing part of the firefly, taking in the beauty of the painting as a whole.
