When she looked his way she saw he was just enjoying the simple pleasure of whiling away time doing nothing at all. Her sparkling azure eyes meet his close lidded, carefree gaze. As her eyes lingered on his face she noted an exotic cast to his features which made it hard to guess at his ethnicity. She would not be surprised if he ended up being of Spanish, Arabic or Caribbean descent.<br/><br/>Then Crazy Eddie, one of the many kooks and weirdos society cast aside, captured her attention  with his request/demand for change. Though disappointed, he accepts the offered cigarette, squirreling it away in the Marines Dress Uniform hat he sports that somehow fits him to well to be something he picked up from a clothing donation site.<br/><br/>When asked about his digs, Crazy Eddie stroked his bushy beard and then scratched his chin. "Yah, Palacio Quinta's m' home, what of it? Looking for a real man to warm you at night?" he asked in a gruff tone that most would find scary but just might be playful. As if o make his offer clearer, the mountain our a homeless man in layer upon layer of cloths scrambled closer to her, not exactly invading her space but close enough to be an intimate distance.<br/><br/>From his bench, 'the Artist' slowly opened his eyes and trained his gaze upon the pair up against the brick wall. He gathered up his sketchpad put it, along with his pencils, back in his messenger bag. He made no move to leave his bench or to hide his casual interest in what was paying between the homeless guy and the cute, smoking blonde.