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.