log: hannah and ren
Ren was running later than he'd intended to be. He was aware enough of where Hannah had asked him to meet her, that he didn't much care for the idea of her standing on a street corner alone waiting for him. But travel being what it was, it had been entirely impossible to predict. When he pulled up to the block of on his motorcycle, parked it, removed his helmet, and locked everything down, he was a good ten minutes later than he'd originally intended to be. Granted, since he'd intended to be early, it wasn't too late at least.
He headed back up the block towards the address he'd been given, blending easily into the Capital's urban environments. He'd spent too much time here as a student, and too much time here as a boy, but it had been as a student that he'd perfected his current look, jeans, a dark shirt and leather jacket. He was neither too well dressed to stand out, or too poorly dressed, instead he could have exchanged items of clothing with half a dozen people near him and no one would have been the wiser, except for how he was one of the taller and broader of the crowd.
Which came in handy in spotting Hannah. He stepped up to her side, offering a quick smile. "You're here," he said unnecessarily as greeting. "I hope you've not been waiting long."