Re: Diner: Seven & Marta
The feeling was mutual - she would have loved to know what he was thinking. About her, about the meeting, just in general. She didn't have a good awareness of how she looked or how she presented herself, so she didn't know about her deer in the headlights look or her scared rabbit posture. She didn't know what to expect at all from their meeting, and she was scared. Not of him. There was still a part of her that felt safer, just having him be across the table from her. Some of the uncertain tension eased out of her shoulders just by being there.
Once she was sitting, she unzipped her coat and wiggled a little, pulling her arms out but keeping it bunched around her torso. Even with her sweater and the fact that she was doing her best to regain some of the weight she'd lost, the damp and cold still seemed to seep into her body. It took a few seconds for her to settle the swishing of the coat, and then she looked across the table at Seven. She gnawed a little nervously at the corner of her lower lip, but pulled her uncertain smile back out after a second.
"You too." After another moment, she shifted again on the bench of the booth and pulled her legs up, folding them under herself and tucking her hands down into her lap so that Seven wouldn't be able to see the way they continued to tremble. (Though if he had reached out across the table toward her, nothing would've stopped her from slipping her hand into his.)