.first time english. [the pusher]

She walks into the room, sits down on the chair, and looks right at him. (Always make eye contact.) He smiles; she sees he's uncomfortable. He clears his throat, stands up, takes two steps towards her, stops. She smiles; he grows more uncomfortable.

She reaches her left hand towards her right breast, feels around inside her blouse pocket, and pulls out a small, opaque envelope. She inspects the envelope, as though trying to guess its contents. He stares, inquisitive. She notices he's fidgeting with his hands, and a twinge of panic appears on her face. Now they're both nervous.

She clears her throat to break the silence. She's back in control. She stands up forcefully and takes one, long, confident step towards him. She reaches out an empty hand, palm facing up. He places a leather-bound book upon her hand- no discernible title. Without letting go of the envelope, she flips through the pages. Seemingly satisfied, she hands him the envelope; this time no eye contact.

She abruptly turns her back to him and, with short, quick steps, slips out of the room almost as seamlessly as she entered. And she has no choice but to remain unseen. Poetry, news, and drugs have all had their problem years.