Denise stood outside the art gallery, her heart racing with anticipation. She had heard that Lewis's art exhibition was going to be a huge success, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity. She wondered if she would see him there, if she would get a chance to talk to him.
As she entered the gallery, Denise was struck by the beauty of Lewis's art. The colors were vibrant, the emotions raw. She felt like she was experiencing his pain and his joy, his struggles and his triumphs. She wandered through the gallery, taking in the different pieces, each one telling a story.
And then she saw him. Lewis was standing across the room, talking to a group of people. He looked happy and successful, and Denise felt a pang of jealousy. She wondered if she had made a mistake by leaving him.
As she watched him from afar, Denise mustered up the courage to approach him. She made her way through the crowd, her heart pounding in her chest. When she finally reached him, Lewis looked up and saw her. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable.