Analise smiled softly as Salai spoke of his luck in love, and her head tilts as he implies that she might be the reason why.  She blushes yet again and says, "My...you're good..but I am no rare gem. Far from it, actually.."<br/><br/>She could feel his breath against her throat, and she gulps; his charm was just too much for her to resist.  "Yeah...I could go for a smoke.  Would you excuse me, please?  I will wait outside." Analise says with a warm, inviting smile.  She scoots past him, her body pressed against his for a brief moment as she slid on by.<br/><br/>Analise puts on her jacket and walks toward the door and outside where she lights up a cigarette.  As she takes a drag, she scans the area and that's when she spots it--a man sitting on the park bench, with a newspaper and a can of soda seat to the right of him.  Analise did not know the odds of this man actually being a "supplier" but she decided to test her luck.  She looks around, and then makes her way slowly over to the man on the bench. Where she is from, those to set their paper and soda down in such a way meant they were open for business.<br/><br/>Analise clears her throat.  "Ahem-- do you?"  she asks, keeping a good distance between herself and the man as she asks if he might have a fix for her.<br/><br/>Her adrenaline is rushing as she may be SO close to her next high.  It's always the same; excitement, euphoria, and then regret.  Each and every day, Analise repeats the same three steps.  She looks over to the man, so see what the might say or do.  She feels like she said enough to get her point across and not enough to incriminate herself should he be a cop or just a man with a soda and newspaper.