English Version: Dandelions in the Wind

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"Have we finalized the list for the upcoming modern art exhibition?" Dionne asked while walking around the office, picking up a red marker and placing it back in its holder.

Tracy nodded from her seat on the sofa. "Yes, I've compiled the list based on the latest trends, and I believe some underrepresented artists deserve more recognition. There's one, in particular, that could draw a lot of interest."

Dionne stopped walking and stood behind the sofa, interested. "Oh? Who might that be?"

Tracy opened her iPad and scrolled through the files. "Martina Vega. She's been making waves in the art scene with her innovative use of mixed media. Her work has a profound depth that I think will resonate with our audience and challenge their perceptions," she explained.

Dionne sat down on the sofa, her body sinking slightly into the soft cushions, and draped her smooth arm over the backrest. "Interesting choice," she said, looking at Tracy's seat. "I'm intrigued. Ensure we have all her available pieces reviewed by the end of the week. What about the promotional materials?" she added.

Tracy averted her gaze from Dionne's legs as she crossed them; Dionne's short dress became even shorter when she sat down. She wore a one-piece grey dress that reached her knees, sleeveless revealing both arms and a black belt cinched at the waist.

Tracy cleared her throat before answering. "They're currently in draft form. I planned to focus on the diversity and innovation theme of the exhibition. I believe emphasizing the fresh perspectives these artists bring to the table will generate buzz."

Dionne couldn't help but smile. "That's a great idea. This exhibition could elevate our profile. Ensure everything is executed flawlessly, and keep pushing for more innovative ideas."

"Absolutely. I'll ensure everything aligns with our vision and keep you in the loop on all developments." Tracy prepared to leave, clutching her portfolio under her arm. "Is there anything else you need?" she asked before leaving.

Dionne shook her head. "No, can you please stay? I have something to tell you, not work-related." She gestured elegantly with her hand and leaned back in her seat.

Tracy placed the portfolio on the sofa and looked at Dionne seriously. "Is this about your friend?"

Dionne smiled, stroking her loose hair and looking towards Tracy. "No, it's no longer about my friend."

"Oh?" Tracy sounded surprised.

"You see, you've been giving me advice." Dionne sighed and offered a small smile. "The friend I've been talking about is me. I don't want to impose my problems on you, Tracy. Being your boss, I felt you'd feel obligated to help if I shared my issues. So, I made up the 'friend' story because I didn't want to cross a line." Dionne spoke seriously, briefly looking down before meeting Tracy's gaze again. "You've been kind and accommodating, and I thought being honest with you was the right thing to do. So, yes, I'm gay. I've only recently come to understand this, even though most lesbians tell me I look straight," she laughed nervously.

Tracy couldn't help but laugh, too. "It's fine. I don't mind helping you, Dionne." Joy sparkled in Tracy's eyes. "Maybe you're a one-of-a-kind gay? And that's rare."

Dionne frowned, puzzled by the comment. "Is there such a thing as a rare lesbian? Sorry, I'm still new to all this. Could you give me a crash course?"

"You know, when a girl finally understands her preference, it's like they've entered a candy shop. Then, the newbie gays get too amazed by the candies on display. Some of them inspect each candy one by one, some choose their preferences, while others look out of curiosity. You're the type who would walk into the candy shop, look straight ahead without glancing around, and ask if there's a blonde candy. And if told there isn't one, you'd walk straight out without exploring," Tracy explained.