Yay. Here's the picture.
He's smiling because he was thinking up some evil way to mess with me. Here are a few, for you curious folk.

Punk: Nice Led Zeppelin shirt, where'd you get it?
Me: Target...
Punk: Oh...uh, Kayla, how old are you?
Me: 13.
Punk: You're 13 and you like Led Zeppelin? I'm 18 and I don't like Led Zeppelin!
Grampa: You're what? Who?

(When his session with me was over)

Punk: Bye, Kayla!
Me: *real quiet-like* Bye.
Punk: Bye, Kayla!!
Me: *fearing for my life* BYE!!

(When he was leaving, my Grampa literally pulled him over to say goodbye to me)

Punk: Say bye to me? She won't even follow my finger!
Me: *trying desperately to follow his finger to avoid becoming more of a fool*
Punk: C'mon, snap out of it! *snap snap*
Me: *holding in insane laughter*

But he was pretty nice in the end.

Punk: *laughing from his evil deeds* Alright, nice to meet you, Kayla. See you again some time!

Did I mention that the referees who were escorting him out tried to hold my grampa back from talking to Punk?