Re: The next afternoon: Seven/Marta
Marta didn't really know what she was doing. She didn't know what Seven was doing, either. Him calling was strange enough, but asking to meet her ("Need to see you") wasn't anything she'd ever expected to hear again. The surprise of it was part of what'd had her agreeing.
She had enough time between work and Seven's text to change out of her work clothes and into something more comfortable and a little warmer than what she wore inside. She wasn't expecting him to name the park, but it was at least close enough that she could walk and not have to get an Uber. The second text came as she was approaching the middle of the park, and it only took a glance around for her to see him.
Even then, it took her a moment to cross the space, watching him for a minute before she did. She saw the absent-minded rub at the back of his neck and frowned, knowing it for a sign of a headache having set itself in with no sign of easing. With a bite at her lip and a shaky breath, she finally walked over to the bench and sat down on the other end of it. She tucked one foot up behind her opposite knee and half-angled herself toward him.