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Work of art

"So, your job is to create a piece inspired in a work of art, remember that the notion of work of art is different from people to people, so don't be afraid to inspire yourself in unexpected things." Doctor Hopper made a pause trying to get a reaction from his students. "A work of art should be something that takes your breath away, either that is a Leonardo Da Vinci painting, a Nirvana song or something, a moment, you witness on the street." Giving the young artists time to make their notes, the professor made his way towards his desk and took a sip from his water bottle. "Whatever you make, I want to see you heart in it." He took his students in, the old man knew not all of them would succeed, most of them leading themselves mostly by their brains rather from their hearts, but an art major should be able to balance both, that was the point of this project. "You should also write a small paper describing the moment you saw your inspiration. Hand them in in two weeks, good luck." With that, he dismissed his students.

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A ball of wrinkled paper flew across the room at great speed.

In the corned, surrounded by books and pieces of paper you could see a very frustrated Robin Locksley, scribbling aggressively in his sketch book.

"Wow, mate, and I thought I was the messy one." Chuckled Will, Robin's roommate as he entered their dorm room and face what seemed to have been a paper storm.

The art student lifted his head from his draws and contemplated his surroundings. "I'm sorry mate, I'll clean this right away." He jumped from his seat and started to collect all the papers he had thrown into the floor, all of them failed attempts for the project he now had four days to hand in.

Will made himself helpful picking some of them as well.

"Artist block again?" He asked analyzing what he had in hand.

"Yeah, I have four days left and seems my inspiration and originality are running from me at light speed." The young man was starting to run more and more frustrated as the time ticked by.

"Why don't you go out for a bit." Asked the engineer to be. "I'm shitty with art, you know that, but I'm sure you won't get your muse back locked inside this room." He said pointing at the walls.

His friend lifted his head from the ground, seeming to contemplate what Will had said, it wasn't a bad idea, doctor Hopper mentioned moments one witnessed on the street, perhaps that was the answer.

He thanked his roommate and, after depositing his sketch book and pencils inside is satchel he was off to find his inspiration.

He moved around the city, not really knowing where his feet were taking them, looking everywhere and nowhere searching for some kind of magic, some kind of great inspiration, but he found none of it.

After a few more minutes of wandering, he found himself in front of the art museum, what a coincidence. Taking a deep breath, he decided to enter, maybe his answer was there, after all.

The museum was not much different from any other he had visited prior, and compared to last time he had been there, he couldn't find much fluctuations.

The sealings were high and white, as were the walls as not to contrast with all the paintings and sculptures that lived amongst them.

He inbreathed heavily, feeling a mixture of smells, the result of all the different materials used inside and in the art pieces, breaking into his nose. He looked around, studying his surroundings, noticing there wasn't much people in there beside him.

As he inspected the space he spotted a marble bench, strategically established, from where he could observe the entire room.

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Regina hasn't been in the art museum in ages and as she found herself desperation with her finals in a few weeks she decided it was best to take a pause and relaxed, before she could drive herself insane. She needed a quiet place, where she could spend an hour or two without being interrupted or assaulted with the urge to go into one more study craze, she needed some time to breath.

And that's how she found herself, after a fifteen minutes' walk from the University Campus, entering the city museum.

She could remember the first and last time she had been there, it was with her father when she was about seven years old, he was the one who thought her the importance of art and beauty, while her mother was always a more rational woman. Sometimes she wonders if law was really the course for her to take, but then remembers how proud both her parents had been, Cora because her daughter was going to be an important lawyer or judge and Henry because he knew she was going to help a lot of people with her big heart.

With both her parents out of the city and living far away from her in the country side, she sometimes felt melancholic, and although they made frequent phone calls, it wasn't the same. So, she took everystep inside feeling closer to them, letting a soft smile adorn her lips.

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Robin found himself once again struggling with his task, he had been looking at this works of art for an hour now and nothing stroked a single feeling inside of him. Of course, every single one of the pieces were mesmerizing and fascinating, but not in the way of making him fall in love.

The blue-eyed man was about to give up when out of the corned of his eyes he saw her, a small brunette entering the room with a beautiful smile adorning her lips. She was wearing a red summer dress as well as a bold lipstick in the same shade. She was a vision to everyone looking.

He watched as she made her way in the direction of the first painting hanging on the wall, a small frame portraying a beautiful landscape.

The young artist found himself completely captivated by her beauty, as she moved to the next painting he could see she moved with grace and composure, all in all she was aa work of art herself.

He watched her make an abrupt stop in front of one specific piece, it was a complex abstract painting that was said to show the observer an inside trip with their deepest emotions, Robin had found himself perplex the first time he had contemplated it, not being able to advert is look for several minutes.

The brown eyes woman looked at it intently, bowing her head slightly with an expression of awe in her face.

In that moment something flicked inside of Robin, she was his work of art, his inspiration, he had felt it inside him the moment she had walked through the door, the exact same thing his professor had mentioned.

He secured his pencil in hand and started to draw lines, some soft and gentle, others more precise and vigorous.

It took him some moments to imprint on paper all the details he had memorized of that beautiful brunette, he needed more though, he needed to make justify to her beauty and elegance.

When he looked up, though, she wasn't there anymore, his eyes widened quickly looking around trying to find his muse, when suddenly a touch on his shoulder startled him.

He looked behind himself to find said person standing there, crossed arms, and an amused expression on her face.

"Do you usually draw people without their authorization?" She said and for a few second his brain couldn't formulate an answer, what could he say? Sorry I'm a creep who thought you were beautiful and needed to draw you for my art class? No!

"So? You don't speak?" She said clearly trying to hide a smile, but failing.

"I'm sorry, milady." He said standing up. "I was simply searching for inspiration." He opted for teasing her as well, not saying more.

Robin could see the moment her eyes widened after hearing his accent, he got that a lot in the Estates, but, for some reason, her reaction made him the happiest he had ever been for that happening.

She seemed to regain her composure and smiled.

"And I'm your inspiration?" He could she the amusement in her eyes. "What? Do you usually come here, wait for a girl to enter the room, draw her and charm her away with that line?" She finished rolling her eyes. "A bit basic, if I have a say in the matter."

"Not at all, milady." The blue-eyed man said locking his eyes with hers. "As I said, I was simply looking for inspiration for an art project." He opted for showing her his sketch book. "You see, I have this work where I'm supposed to draw something based on a work of art that inspired me, and you, you were the only thing that had that effect on me." He spoke calmly and truly, hopping he wouldn't scare her with such sincerity.

"Oh." She seemed a little thrown off with that and he worried her next course of action was to start running from the crazy stranger who had been drawing her like a creep. But soon his concerned were put at ease as her smirk, the one he was starting to like so much, made his way onto her lips.

"Well, if I'm your work of art, draw away, I'm going to be here for a while." She said turning her back on him and directing herself towards on sculpture in the far corner of the room. He was mesmerized by this woman, but he wouldn't refuse her offer, he sat down and started to draw again, noticing she would steal glances now and then.

By the end of the afternoon he had a few pages of her beautiful face and body, he tried to be as fair as possible to her beauty, but believe no painter or even camera could reproduce such perfection.

"Are you done." She had moved in his direction once she saw him put his pencil away.

"Yes, thank you very much, I think I'll ace this project, after all, I'll bring the most beautiful work of art to hand in." He decided to throw caution to the wind and flirt a little with her, after all, she hadn't run away after all the mushiness that exited his mouth, so he must have done something right.

"Your full of it." She said, a blush coming to her cheeks.

"I'm Robin, by the way." The dirty blond man said extending his hand for her to take.

"Regina." She took his hand in hers, feeling a chill running through her veins.

"Can I buy you a coffee?" Robin asked, really wanting her to say yes, he wasn't ready to part ways just yet. "It's the minimum I can do after all the free modeling you did."

At that, both chuckled.

"Yes, it's the minimum." Regina said. "So where are you taking me?" She asked as she started moving.

"Oh, that's for me to know and for you to find out." He was enjoying their little banter way too much, and hopped to do it a lot more times in the future.

He wasn't letting his muse go away that easily.