Coming back into the city on their motorcycle after an overnight trip to their parents and their younger sister who was just about to go off to college Leonora and their girlfriend Jaz were first delayed by an accident just after the freeway exit and were rerouted around the outer ring that encircled the city. They arrived into the center from almost the opposite direction they usually came back from. This had made them late and instead of first going home for a shower and a change of clothes they dropped off Jaz at the art supply store where she worked part time. Only then did Leo go back home, showered, and changed. They were running late as well but unlike Jaz they didn't have a punch in time to keep.<br/><br/>An hour later, sometime just after 11am they walked into the co-op where they had a stall that acted like something of a gallery for their paintings. There was an atmosperic ambient music hovering in the open space that one might barely notice unless one actually stopped to listen for it. In a way it was more like audio design rather than music, it was like wallpaper or carpeting, but it helped create a mood at the co-op that was both calm and subtly exciting.<br/><br/>They picked up a coffee from Brandon at the bar and put it on their tab. They raised a hand and waved at Lexi as they passed him. The two of them had known each other for a few years. They had started at the university at the same time and being the only two non-binary students in their class had quickly become friends.<br/><br/>It was a few months into their freshman year they had met Jaz when shopping for art supplies. Her major was literature and the two had spent their first night together talking about Kathy Acker and queer literature in general over two bottles of wine and a few joints after which they had then made love as the sun rose through the windows of Leo's small loft, where they now lived together.<br/><br/>They then stopped a few steps away from their stall and looked at the man standing there looking at their latest finished painting: The Rituals of Lust. At first they only saw him from behind and with an approving nod to themselves concluded that the man did have a very nice ass. He also seemed quite entranced by their painting and they had to clear their throat twice before he noticed them standing there. They didn't mind though. They quite enjoyed watching people looking at their work, read their reactions, what part they appeared to focus most on, and if they were not alone they also enjoyed listening to people talk about their work without knowing they were listening. People were rarely entirely honest in how they expressed their opinions if they knew the artist was within earshot.<br/><br/>If he had looked close enough and noticed the seated naked figure, with an above average flaccid penis resting against their thigh, just a hint of breasts breaking up the otherwise masculine physique, a glass of wine in one hand and a cigarette between its lips, at the back on the left edge on the canvas he might perhaps recognise them when he turned around.