Nice to properly m-meet you. Um. W-what do you want me to call you, Officer? [The fact a police officer knew of his work was an odd sensation. While he was glad his name was out there, that people could recognize his name thanks to his art gallery, somehow it had slipped his mind people would be seeing his things. Poor Jack hadn’t even been there opening night, instead having been at the hospital with Katelynn because of her accident. They’d been understanding, and had read aloud a speech he’d typed up. Still. He smiled, and nodded.] That’s right.. a-at the Splat! Art Gallery. S-so far I’ve gotten a lot of work thanks to them, people wanting to buy my, my regular art compared to what I normally do for people.
[She shrugged, deciding to play it casual] Well, what do you want me to call you, Mr. Maple? [She smiled as she asked it. If the stammer was anything to go by, the guy seemed pretty shy, and she wanted to put him at ease.] Nice! Publicity’s always great for a career artist, right?
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.
Jack Maple 