Paint Our Love (Hiatus)

Chapter Two

The Taxi drops me off in front of the museum. Inside the doors, I am greeted by Director Lee. He's a short and stout man. His thin rectangular-framed glasses have slid down his nose. Overall he looks friendlt.

"Ah, Ms. Breeze it is finally nice to meet you in person." He gleefully beams at me as he offers me his hand to shake.

"Director Lee, thank you for this amazing opportunity and this party." I respond as I shake his hand.

"Ms. Breeze I am quite fond of your work. A lot out our distinguished guest here tonight are also fans of your work. One of my friends attending tonight loves your art. I'll have to introduce you to him tonight. He isn't here yet. Once he arrives I'll come find you." With that, he dismisses himself from the conversation so he can continue greeting other guests.

A giant metal sculpture stands in the center of the room. On the far side of the room there stands a temporary stage. A big screen on the wall to my left has a count down to midnight. A waiter with a try stops in front of me and offers me a glass of champagne. I gladly accept the beverage.

All the party members are scattered around the room in groups chatting. Every second that passes my anxiety rises. I know nobody here. I decide to stroll through the museum and admire all the art. I notice a doorway with purple balloons floating on both sides. Curious I decide to check in out

As I step into the room my insides become warm and fuzzy. A sense of pride pools into my body. Lining the walls, my paintings are displayed. Party goers stand and admire my work. I can't believe my art is displayed in an art museum.

I slowly walk around the room looking at the paintings. I pick up bits and pieces of different conversations. Most are positive comments about my work. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a lady approaching me. When she's a few feet away, I turn my body to face her.

"You are the artist correct?" She questions me.

"Yes ma'am. My name is Autumn Breeze." I smile at her.

"I just love your work. Each painting I see speaks to me. Do you do commissions? I'd love to have your work displayed in my house." There is hope in her eyes when she asks.

Before I respond, I open the black clutch I'm carrying. It takes me a second to find what I'm looking for. I carefully pull out my business card and hand it to her. "I currently am not offering commissions. I just moved and am still settling in. When I open up commissions again anyone who signs up for my newsletters will be notified. It will probably be a couple weeks."

She looks a little disappointed. We say our goodbyes and walk off in opposite directions. I stop in front of a dark painting. It depicts a dingy teddy bear. Its left eye and ear are missing. Stuffing spills out of a hole in its chest, as if its heart had been ripped out. The whole painting is black and white except for the torn red ribbon tied around the bears neck.

A tap on my shoulder brings me out of my thoughts. I turn around and my heart stops. Standing in front of me is Director Lee and none other than Kim Namjoon. It takes everything inside of me to act cool. Hopefully they can't tell that in this moment I've forgotten how to breathe.

"Ms. Breeze this is the friend I was telling you about earlier. Judging from your reaction though I'll assume you already know who he is." He chuckles at the last part of his statement.

At this point I am burning red. I nod slightly in response to Director Lee. Namjoon extends his hand towards me. I wrap my hand around his and shake it. Namjoon gives me a big smile but doesn't imeadietly let go of my hand.

"Hello I'm Kim Namjoon. It is an honor to meet you. I love your work." He introduces himself.

"Thank you. I'm Autumn Breeze. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm a big fan of you and BTS." I shyly respond.