Oh, that smile. Joaquin mentally congratulated himself for picking someone easy on the eyes - then reminded himself that this happened to be work, he had to be professional, not some giggling girl. That wouldn't get him anywhere, and it especially wasn't going to get him a customer. In his experience, he found he was just better off acting casual around men. He sort of tended to fudge it up if he didn't. Whatever. Sell a painting, Joaquin, you won't see him again.
"Well, I'm uh, glad to hear it." He smiled back at the other man, trying to read whether he was actually telling the truth or not, but if he was being honest with himself he had no idea. Reading people was not an area he was skilled in- in fact, most things involving people were difficult for him. There was good reason for him being a scenic painter- no human involvement. Just him, a canvas, and the great outdoors. I sound like such a hermit...
"The artist-- oh! Well that's me!" Joaquin's smile curled into a nervous grin. "Joaquin Barton." He offered his hand for the other man to shake, hoping that the man wouldn't find him irritating. The last thing he wanted to do was come across as too eager as soon as the subject of buying came up. He'd been around artists like that, and that was the last thing he wanted to sound like. By no means was he money-hungry, but he did need to make a living.