<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>Angelo and Dean<br/><hr/><br/>There was an empty porcelain plate in front of Sophia with a neatly folded and used paper handkerchief resting on top of some croissant crumbles. Next to it was an another smaller plate on the table with a wet stirring spoon on it. The tea cup belonging to that plate was held in a loose grip between Sophia's forefinger and thumb as she raised it to her lips - a gentle blow washed across the surface of the cup. A small cloud of hot air rises from the tea cup. She closed her lips again and places the cup back on it's plate to cool down further.<br/><br/>She would have thanked Angelo with a friendly smile for the brilliant service of his hotel and asked if the bakery was made here or brought from some local place, but the mood of this morning had kept her expression and mind in the anxious stress zone. She wasn't there to greet a friend today, she was representing the Wellims family's concern for the future of Seattle and by extension, the world. Fittingly, Sophia had chosen a rather formal outfit for the occasion; a dark blue suit tailored specifically to her measurements. Her trademark steel ball tipped dark cane was resting against the chair. Placing her elbows against the edge of the table, she leaned forward over her cup to to glance at the others that had gathered.