Re: Live and Breathe: Derek / Marta
She slid out of the stool the moment she heard the door open and watched as the -- young woman came around the little outcrop of a foyer and into the main room. The oxygen bar was behind her, well lit from wide hanging lights that were topped with a variety of plants that all hung down, almost as much as the oxygen tubing hung down from between the light fixtures.
She was young, but Derek knew to expect that, and pretty in a way that suggested a hard life, though with her fair skin and dark hair, she could be quite striking if she wanted to be. Interesting. Leaving the coffee's behind on the podium, she stepped forward, her own dark hair curling over one bared shoulder, her gray dress barely making a rustle of fabric. "You must be Marta. Come in," she said in that same curious accent that made it hard to discern whether she was stating something or asking a question.
"I'm Derek, it's so good to meet you," and this at least was said with a smile. Did it get a little brighter in the room? Maybe the lights just needed a chance to warm up. She reached out, but with both her hands, and palm up. Not for a shake, no, shaking was so impersonal, but holding hands? Yes. It was never something she would do with someone cold, and Marta was not cold. Unsure, maybe, the pieces still needed to be placed though. Maybe she was the little flower that needed more sun.