MARTA COSTA
"Constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating." - Joel, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
NATURENATIONALITY • Brazilian
BORN • Rio de Janeiro, Brazil LIVES • Chicago or New York City AGE RANGE • 25 to 31 BIRTHDAY • May 20th SEXUAL ORIENTATION • Straight HEIGHT - WEIGHT • 5'7" - 125 pounds HAIR - EYES • Black - Brown GLASSES • No |
NURTURELANGUAGES • English, Portuguese
OCCUPATIONS • CMO, Black Market EDUCATION • MBA in Marketing NERVOUS TICK • Tapping foot WEAKNESSES • Chocolate TIME OF DAY • Night owl PIERCINGS • Ears TATTOO • Script words on ribs SMOKES • No |
NOTESHOBBIES • Street Racing, Succulents
EXERCISE • Running MUSIC • Jose Gonzalez, Mumford & Sons MOVIES • None BOOKS • Don Quixote FOOD • Rarely eats DRINKS • Coffee, Whiskey COLORS • Burgundy, Plum, Mustard PET • None |
CHARACTER SAMPLE
SLICE OF LIFE • CIRCA 2015
“Large macchiato?” the voice broke through the hum of the small café, the petite barista holding the over sized ceramic mug in her fingers, a trail off steam twirling into the air as she looked at the pair at the table. Smiling Marta turned her head to the woman, bright red locks contrasting against her complexion and bouncing around her face as she slid the mug onto the table, “sugar or cream?”
“No, thank you,” Marta returned, having already picked up the large mug, cradling the rich drink in her palms and taking a sip, her eyes watching as the girl set a glass of water in front of Tyler.
Setting the glass down the woman’s fingers hinted with long turquoise nails left a trail through the condensation on its surface, drops starting to cascade down the side and onto the wood, “enjoy,” she whispered her voice changing, letting a flirtatious smile leave her lips as she blushed at Tyler before quickly looking at Marta and walking away.
Lifting a brow Marta watched over her shoulder as the girl left, setting the mug down with an echo of a grind against wood, “guess you get to enjoy your water, but fuck me and my coffee huh?” she teased turning her face back to Tyler with a grin, “that is going to be fun…” she groaned teasingly. Taking a soft breath she could feel her skin warm from the way the aromatic texture of the drink filled her lungs, waking her up and making her smile brightly.
Setting the mug down she looked at the table, her fingers playing with the silver of the fork, tilting it to the side before letting it drop again onto the napkin. “So…” she whispered, picking her face up and looking at Tyler with a smile, her hand reaching across the table to find his. Letting her fingers play with his she could only grin, “are you used to getting everything you ask for?”
Watching the man she propped her elbow on the table, resting her cheek against the back of her knuckles as her hair fell down over her arm, the rich black color catching a stream of light the pierced into the brick décor of the café. “Cause I feel like I told you I am yours, so I think getting whatever you ask for was implied.” Starting to feel a blush turn to her cheeks she smiled, keeping her lips tight as she tried to keep their conversation a whisper between them, her eyes dancing over his face, catching his eyes and lips for a reaction.