Re: Marta / Seven
[He hears the screeching approach of the cab's reckless driving. He hears the slam of a car's door outside his property's gate and the slap of her shoes against the asphalt. A quick glance to the side as she appears at the edge of the paved driveway, and then Seven is turning back to the bike.
He's dressed in a clean pair of jeans and a plain grey t-shirt, and the leather jacket is the same as the last time she saw him. The dark half-moons under his eyes aren't quite enough to be noticeable, but they lend to the impression that he's running on little sleep. The hair that curls slightly against he nape of his neck is still damp from the shower.]