<div class="floatleft">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/Sophia1_zps5fe50fbe.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sophia Wellims / Miss Knight.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Renaissance Seattle Hotel<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jake, open. Mentioned: Tora.<br/><hr/><br/>Sophia turned her neck towards the lobby entry as she noticed a first familiar figure stroll in. She felt her lip twitch to a small grin while watching him approach. In her eyes the man looked as comfortable with himself as ever and wearing whatever he was most comfortable in. For a moment she felt a tingle of jealousy over his carefree attitude and wondered if she might get there too one day, but another mental image of herself wearing sloppy slacks and flip flops quickly made the idea seem hilariously far fetched. Sophia straightened her posture a little, supporting herself against the back rest. Her hands seemed to find a hold of the teacup again and raised it over her lap as she prepared to check if the drink had adjusted to a more adequate drinking temperature.<br/><br/>The hint of a grin that had threatened to grow disappeared when she gave Jake a curt nod and greeted him with the assertive tone she used when things weren't looking to be all sunshine and rainbows - days like today.<strong> "Good morning mr Avernia. Glad to see there we re more who could make it."</strong>She nodded to her response, but moved to assess the tea cup's contents again.<em> "Still a little bit too hot, but not for long."</em>She swirled the cup around, making a small whirl form in the middle.<br/><br/>Behind the swirls of rising sencha scented vapors she noted another figure entering the cafe area just as Jake began mumbling. Not a local, she could see that much, and definitely a circle member - regular folk wouldn't have been able to keep such an indifferent expression when glancing over someone who had inherited the majesty of Wellims. She answered stare with stare, slightly rising her eyebrow and tilting her head slightly at the empty seat next to Jake. Her tablemate had just the timing to make everyone give him a mean look for treating today as just another regular chat & breakfast. Her lips parted in amazement of how tacky he could be at times as she gave the short man a meaningful glare. The emotion was palpable through the stiff calmness of her voice.<strong> "Not the best morning for jokes. We're still waiting for some others, Angelo has kept the topic somewhat mysterious."</strong><br/><br/>Sophia's eyes were peeled off of Jake as she caught the yellow eyed man walk past them and ignore her subtle invitation as he went to lean against a wall. Her mouth closed and the its corners fell into a slight frown.<strong> "Tsk, I really hope it's not that bad."</strong>She commented to Jake while raising the cup just underneath nose and closing her eyes to savour the aromas.<br/>