Outside it was dusk.
Inside, there was a muffled sound of footsteps; a single set of footsteps; making their way down a
long corridor. Those footsteps belonged to an elderly gentleman. Bright little
spotlights gleamed down on his suit and they flashed off his bald head as he
turned a corner, beheld a woman and there came to a stop.
"Good evening beautiful!" He chirped. "We
meet yet again."
She gave him a mysterious smile. Almost a smirk; but her
eyes never wavered from his. The gentleman stood back clasping his hands before
him and regarded her with warmth.
"You have a beautiful smile," he told her softly. "I
only wish that you would speak to me and tell me what is going on behind that
smile of yours."
There was a silent, mysterious, adoration between the two
and they considered one another for quite some time in this fashion.
Presently the gentleman began to murmur quietly.
"I come and speak to you every evening and yet you
never speak back. Your eyes follow me everywhere I go. I think you have a
secret young lady and I would love to know what it is."
Gazing at her face, he stroked at his chin thoughtfully.
"One day I'd like to know what that secret is..."
The gentleman finally turned away and ambled back down the
hall, jingling a bunch of keys on a chain.
The lights went out. There was complete darkness in the art
gallery and Mona Lisa remained silent; smiling to herself.