The bell above the door jingled softly, drawing my attention from the sketchbook in front of me. Jensen walked in, the late afternoon sun spilling in behind him. He scanned the shop briefly before his eyes landed on me behind the desk. A small, easy smile tugged at his lips. “Hey” He said, his voice low and familiar, as he stepped closer. “You the artist?” I nodded, setting my pencil down and pushing the sketchbook aside. “That depends. You looking for a touch-up or something new?” “Something new” He said, leaning slightly against the counter, his smile widening. “Think you’ve got time for me?”