Darren was a tall, not overly muscled, man. About twenty she'd guess, until she met his eyes - those were older, somehow. He was wearing a white shirt - not a t-shirt - and black jeans. Very clean. Midlong hair, black, so black it was hard to spot where it ended and the nightsky began.<br/><br/>He looked down at her, literally, and there was a faint amused smirk on his lips when he took in her slightly frumpy appearance. "I hope I did not wake you up."