<a class="link link--external" href="https://www.sex.com/pin/60718833-angel-small-comic-nerd/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Mira Newkirk</a><br/><br/>Mira was glad to see Gilbert approaching. The elfin painter was a well known member of the art club, and from reputation was probably more comfortable being in this part of town that she and her brother were. Having someone with that sort of easy confidence was a relief to her and she waved with a smile on her face. His companion however made her worry again. She looked tough, not at all the kind of girl Mira would have approached easily, and she didn't recognize her from the club. However when Gilbert mentioned that she had been the model in several of his paintings things clicked for Mira. "So this was THAT Jamie." she thought to herself. Giving the dark haired girl a small wave, she said, "I'm Mira." in a quiet voice<br/><br/><br/><a class="link link--external" href="https://imgur.com/tXMaXBE" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Baxter Newkirk</a><br/><br/>Baxter was more welcoming. He was a fairly laid back individual and wasn't usually off put by other people appearances, considering his own. abnormal height and build. He held out one bear like hand to Jamie. "I'm Baxter, good to meet you." he said, returning the smile. Checking his watch, he said, "Well if anyone else is going to be be even more fashionably late than you two, I haven't heard from them. Seems like it might just be the four of us.  Should we still try? If anyone IS running late, Jack sent the directions on how to get in to everyone." he said, referring to the art club president.