A redhead in a low cut top was the frontrunner for Jacoby's attention, but she was almost forgotten as soon as the small, familiar frame of the cafe artist appeared in the periphery of his view. He watched her slink closer in her high heels, seductive and kitten-like. Lovely.
Jacoby smiled. The redhead with the low top tried to lure his attention back to her by pushing out her chest and turning his face to her, but she was too late. Her invitation to go somewhere private was turned down.
Scowling slightly at the competion as it approached, the redhead sighed and moved off, trying to impress Nic with her gravity-challenged rack, but J was far too busy to notice that.
He looked at the small painted piece he'd been given. Like the one she was working on in the cafe, only this was complete. Jacoby let his pen hover over it. "And who do I make it out to?"