Jack barely kept himself from flinching as Enigma socked his shoulder. Even if it was a light, playful punch, it brought up bad, bad memories. “… Erm, thank you. We intend to.”
He didn’t like this person much so far, but thanks to a recent encounter, he knew that “blue puppy babies” were a very real possibility in his future – it didn’t bother him as much as it would have. “I don’t believe I caught your n-name?”
” It’s Madame Enigma. Enigma for short; find it rolls off the tongue a lot better.” She finally put two and two together. The grove in the middle of his brow showed his displeasure. As she went back to his shoulder to give a apologetic pap as if to ease the spot that she impacted. ” By the way, if I’m doing anything that’s bothering you, please let you know. I’m always up for some critique once in a while. Truthfully, I’m still sort of new with mingling.”
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?”
Jack Maple 