The Louvre of Art ~INTERSEX GXG~

Jasmines POV🌹

"The beautiful city of Los Angeles, where thousands of artists in music, movies, dance, and painters come to achieve their dreams but sometimes it's just not enough. You can't be mediocre in this city. Amateurity is not welcome-." I backspace aggressively on my laptop that shines bright onto my very much defeated face. My hands cover my face in frustration. You're a writer in Los Angeles writing a story about mediocrity and can't even finish it! Woosh! I look over out onto my balcony that brings a hard gust of wind showcasing the city lights peaking above my railing through my thin beige mesh curtains. I get up to close it but stop when I see people lining up outside the Museum of Art. I release a subtle breath and look back at the computer that has been draining the life out of me since 7 this morning. "Well, I still have some time before this paper is due to Miyah." A few hours of motivation won't hurt. I rush to put on a slick black velvet dress and heels. I oil up my long dread locs that travel all the way to my lower back with golden accessories twisted into them. I use mascara to enhance my already long eyelashes that bring out my feline-like hazel brown eyes. I take one last look at myself after applying clear lip gloss onto my lips and smile. "Just a few hours and back to work." I say to myself knowing I get into the art a lot and grab my apartment keys and head out the door.

I runs across the street to the museum covering my body from the chilly air with my black trench coat. I reach the line and notice the sign saying, 'Invitation Only: Art Auction'. Damn it! I bite my lip and find a couple to hide behind using the advantage of being 5'4 and make it past security who are checking names. I find myself inside the gallery that's usually only occupied by a few people and quite now filled with high dressed people in ball gowns and tuxedos and conversation. I don't pay them much mind and head for a corner with a sitting bench and pull out my notebook to avoid any suspicion. "Ok." I say letting out a deep breath to gather myself and begin to scan the room. The sounds of the crowd talking and laughing fills the room and echoes through my ears. I spot an older bald white man with an all black tuxedo talking with a younger woman in a silky red ball gown, whispering in her ear as she laughs at his most likely disgusting and degrading jokes. I begin to draw the scene by outlining every curvature on the woman and the wrinkles on the old man's face falling from his face as he talks. I start to create the background.

"I prefer it without one." I hop up from the bench, causing my notebook to drop out of my lap onto the floor and my purse to spill open.

"Jesus Christ!" I exclaim. "How long have you been standing there?" The mystery figure drops down to gather my things before I can even see their face. An angel-like voice with a French accent comes from the figure.

"Je suis désolée. I'm so sorry." I tense up when the mysterious figure turns into an olive brown skinned woman with long hair in a slicked back bun and eyes gold as the evening sun right at sunset. "I saw you sitting here and you looked so concentrated. I didn't want to disturb you." The woman hands me my stuff and our fingers skim across each other and she looks down at the moment and smiles slightly.

I clear my throat taking it. "Um thank you. But you're fine. I'm just clumsy." The woman smirks.

"Well your artwork is amazing. How you're able to create so much detail from looking at them once, it's incredible." I blush at the unnecessary praise from this stranger. Very beautiful stranger.

"Well thank you. But I'm not an artist." The woman looks confused, raising an eyebrow.

"Not an artiste? You just created art in less than 5 minutes and it's beautiful. If you're not an artist, then I don't know what to call you."

"I'm a writer. I actually work for The Gazette of Artistry on 5th." The woman smiles as I speak looking down at my lips and then back at my eyes making me very hot in this thin dress.

"Well maybe you should think about a change of profession because that, is talent. And the world deserves to see it." I can't help but to continue to blush at the compliment.

A masculine voice travels to our direction pulling the woman's eyes over my shoulder and I follow them. "Carter! It's starting!" The woman referred to as Carter responds back holding her hand up at the man making him nod.

"I'll be right there, James!" She averts her eyes back to me. "I have to go but this is my card. Give me a call or come by my office anytime to discuss some opportunities for you." She looks at the notebook that's close to my chest. "Good evening, Jasmine." My heart flutters at the use of my name on her tongue and she walks away leaving me flustered and hot.

I watch as Carter directs all the highly dressed people into an event hall. What am I doing? I follow into the line just as before trying to sneak past but this time, I'm met with Carter once again and she gives me a quick smile as the muscles in her arm protrudes underneath the tight silk burgundy button up when she extends her hand out to invite me in. I follow all the guests inside to have a seat but realize they all have names on them for the guests. I fall back into a corner by another door as the seats fill up as each guest comes through the door. "I should not be here." I say scanning the room.

"There is a seat by me." The familiar angelic voice comes from behind me making me shiver.

"You just pop up, don't you?" I say with a smirk turning around to look up at Carter. She has to be like 6'1 or even taller how she towers over me.

"And you've found yourself in another corner. Please, come sit with me. I have my own section." My eyes follow the words that fall off her lips and nod my head shyly. "Come on. It's right over here." She grabs my hand and guides me to her table where the man before with dark mocha skin and a fair skinned woman are sitting. "James, Katherine, this is Jasmine. She'll be joining us this evening." I wave at the two and they smile and wave back as Carter is pulling out my chair.

"Thank you." I try to hold myself from smiling at the chivalrous act. She nods and sits next to me with a smirk as the couple eye each other with an approving look.