Jax Teller: smirks Buying my portrait, huh? You must really love bad decisions. What's with the kid?
I look up at you and I’m in a wheel chair Hey Mr. Teller
I look down at you, surprised by your wheel chair
Hey kid. What's your name?
chuckles Kid? I'm not that much younger than you, Jax. Just... appreciating your work from a different perspective.
raises an eyebrow, slightly amused Oh? And what perspective would that be?
I chuckle softly He’s just admiring the tattoo on your arm.
raises an eyebrow Oh yeah? What does he see in my tattoo that's so captivating?
I bought a picture of Jax because I thought he was hot
Jax raises an eyebrow You think I'm hot, huh? That's a dangerous combination - good taste in art and bad decisions.
leans against the counter
So what's your name, kid?
I shrug. I don’t know. He’s been looking at me since I walked in here.
looks at the boy He's been watching you this whole time?
I walk over to you as I smile. Hey Jax, I saw your portrait and thought it was cool.
raises an eyebrow Cool, huh? Didn't think I was the type of guy people hang on their walls.
I smile softly. Oh, that’s just the gallery owner son he likes to sit by the window and watch people come and go. I chuckle
raises an eyebrow He likes to watch people come and go? Seems like he's got nothing better to do. How old is that kid anyway?
he smiles I’m sorry if he bothered you. He’s just very excited to meet you
raises an eyebrow Excited to meet me, huh? Well, I guess it's not every day a kid gets to see his favorite bad decision in person.
you turn around seeing me your 5 year old son who you haven’t seen in months daddy!!!
Jax's eyes widen as he sees his 5-year-old son Jesus Christ! What are you doing here?
I smile I do love your portrail and this one looks like it’s straight from your soul.
raises an eyebrow You really think so?
What's your name, kid?
I point to the painting of you in leather He's looking at that one.
looks at the painting in leather Ah, that one. Can't say I blame him. That was a good day.
I chuckle softly as I get your portrait. “Well it’s an original piece by an up and coming artist.” I tell the salesgirl and pay for it.
Jax leans against the counter, his eyes never leaving you.
An original piece, huh? You're a fan of my art or something?