Ah! [He laughed slightly, putting his hands into his pockets.] M-Mr. Maple’s my father’s name. Y-you can call me Jack, everyone does… w-well there is that one person who calls me J-Jackie-Boy b… but that’s neither here nor there… [He smiles slightly and nods.] It is, yeah… I’ve gotten a lot of work lately th-thanks to it. Normally I just, just paint peoples photographs larger for them b-but now people want to see my personal work.
[She chuckled] In that case, ‘Danielle’s’ just fine, Jack. [She tried not to laugh at the ‘Jackie-Boy’ line. No worse than ‘Dee-Dee’, I guess.] Well, I haven’t seen a lot of your work yet, but what I have seen, I like. Is there anything in particular you look at for inspiration? [Lou, the man she’d been involved with while she was at the police academy, had had dreams of being an artist too. Even if things had ended badly and painfully between them, she did remember some of his talks about how the art process worked.]
Right. Danielle… oh uh. Inspiration? [He strokes his beard in thought, before rubbing one of his piercings in his left ear.] Oh um. Any and everything, really… sometimes I look through m-magazines or just turn on the tv to get inspiration… b-but recently my girlfriend’s been a real big inspiration for me. She’s really helped me open up a-a lot lately. She really likes my art, too… even if my apartment is s-super crowded with my art things.
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