Jack gave a small nod. He felt a little bad now for flinching; Enigma couldn’t have known about the issues he had with personal space and meeting strangers. Still, having her keep touching him wasn’t really making him feel better. “All right. I’ll r-remember that.”
He tried to change the subject. “I don’t know if y-you’re interested, Madame Enigma, but I’m a painter by trade. H-have you visited the gallery here?”
” No, I haven’t. I’m also not what you call a ‘socialite’ to add. Like I said, mingling is very new to me.” She chimed with a burst of energy as her hands clasps in earnest plea to invite her to one. She was always willing to try something new if given the chance. ” Though I would love to see some of your work. I bet it’s the talk of the town, huh?”
Jack blushed again, though not as strongly as before. “I w-wish. But there’s a few pieces on display right now, and some of my works are on t-tour outside the city right now, though.” He reached into his pocket, and pulled out one of his business cards. “You c-could also check out my blog, if you like.” He thought about mentioning that he took commissions as well, but if Engima wasn’t a ‘socialite’, she probably wouldn’t be interested.
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