Amal approaches her on the terrace

Annalise had walked around the party for a while. The ambassador had put in a good bit of work to make it a very nice evening. There were musicians playing, some people even dancing. She stood there and watched, realizing that this was much more glamorous than back at home. Finally, she wandered on the terrace, letting her eyes wander across the moon-lit lake. There were a few ships out on the water, probably some fisherman. A soft, warm breeze was blowing through the air.

"You enjoying the evening," a familiar voice said behind her and Amal stepped up next to her, holding a little bowl in his hand. It seemed to contain candied cherries, Annalise noted.

"It is a nice party," she responded. "And seems a perfect night for it."

"It is. And a perfect night to meet a beautiful lady."

Annalise blushed. "You try to flirt?" she asked him looking down.

"That could be," he said, leaning against the railing.

"Why do you think I would be interested?"

"I do not. But how to know if I not try?"