Love, Anonymous

12

Lisa took them to the Met after that.

"I heard you like museums." Lisa said.

"I do." Jennie said grinning excitedly. She hadn't had a chance to come here yet despite it being one of the first places she wanted to visit.

The Met had so many pieces that Lisa made Jennie lead them, wanting her to see what she wanted.

Lisa followed diligently around as Jennie pointed and ran to see all the paintings and art pieces she had planned to see when she eventually came here. Lisa listened intently as she told her about them.

Lisa wondered if she would ever stop marveling at all the sides of Jennie. She was seeing a new one now, all passion and excitement as she rambled on to Lisa about whatever they were viewing. Her eyes would sparkle and she'd sport that gummy smile when she noticed Lisa was actually hanging on every word she said. Lisa almost couldn't tear her eyes away to look at the pieces. Too busy looking at Jennie.

Once Jennie saw all that she had planned to see they started walking around more leisurely.

"I have a challenge for you."

"This sounds like trouble." Jennie retorted.

"It's not, it'll be fun. You trust me don't you?"

Jennie did, she trusted Lisa with a lot more than she cared to admit.

"Okay, what is it?"

"So I kind of like to do this thing where I pretend I'm a different person to see if people will buy it. The more ridiculous the better. So just go with it okay?" Lisa whispered to Jennie.

"What does that even mean?" Jennie asked.

Lisa just smirked at her before walking up next to a couple that was looking at a painting.

"Oh look darling, they moved your artwork to the center. I'm so proud of you." Lisa said towards Jennie, winking.

Jennie tried not to giggle. She rolled her eyes but decided to play along, making an angry face as she walked up too.

"Took them long enough." She said haughtily. "I only had to threaten the director twice. I will have him fired one day."

The fact Jennie looked eccentric enough because she was wearing a flower crown probably made the couple believe she was actually the artist because they walked up to her and told her how much they liked it and asked what her inspiration behind it was.

"I have a very good muse." Jennie said, touching Lisa's arm.

"I pose naked for her for two hours a day until she finds the inspiration." Lisa said trying to fight the urge not to laugh.

Jennie squeezed her arm tighter because now the couple in front of them were blushing.

"We're actually late for our session aren't we darling?" Lisa said looking towards Jennie who nodded, "So if you'll excuse us."

Lisa burst out laughing as soon a they were out of earshot and Jennie smacked her.

"Lisa!"

"Come on, that was hilarious, did you see the guys face? He looked everywhere but at me after that, I know he was trying to keep himself from imagining me naked!"

Jennie shook her head at her before she kept walking because now she was the one trying not to imagine Lisa naked.

Jennie already knew she must have the perfect body. Lisa was a dancer. She'd felt her stomach when she was on the bike with her, not to mention the way Lisa just seemed to always pick her up like she weighed nothing all the time. It must be perfectly toned. And those long legs. And her slender neck. And her soft hands. And—