Re: Diner: Seven & Marta
Marta didn't notice that he looked away as she wrestled with her coat. She also didn't notice that he was trying to assess how she was. It wasn't something that she'd come to expect from people since she last saw him, and he was right that too much scrutiny might have set her on edge. Or at least confused her. That didn't mean that she didn't want to stare at him in return though. That was partly why she was taking the moment to focus on her coat - to keep herself from staring across the table the way she wanted to. Even in the short moments since entering the diner, she'd noticed the length of his hair and the scruff on his face.
She looked at his coffee instead of at him directly, and she was just healthy enough that a subtle flush rose to her cheeks. She wasn't exactly embarrassed, but a little flustered at the fact that he'd thought about what she might want once she arrived. "I don't need..." She trailed off before her intended-polite refusal made it fully past her lips. Her awkward silence hung for a few seconds, and then she shook her head. "Hot chocolate would be nice." She did drink coffee, especially on days when work required her to be up especially early. But she didn't need any help at the moment being jittery and twitchy, which the coffee would definitely increase. But hot chocolate, something warm and sweet (especially if it came with whipped cream on top), sounded almost perfect at the moment.
And she couldn't deny that something to eat sounded good too. It had been a while since lunch, and she had been honestly too nervous to have much anyway. On the other hand, she didn't want him to think that she was there just for a meal. Or that she expected him to do the buying. It posed a problem that she wasn't quite sure how to solve. "...are you?"