Oliver Finn. Sold. 5x6, oil on board.

We met at the market. I noticed him because I liked his hat. He noticed me because I was carrying two cupcakes: one in each hand. I introduced myself. He wasn't particularly interested in being photographed, but his mom was sweet and helpful.

"Thank you, Oliver." I said.

"That's not my name." He said, and waited. "It's Oliver Finn."

He's right, of course, and I had already been told.