[center][h2][b]Sofia Stien - The Hideout[/b][/h2][/center]

[b]"Really?"[/b] Sofia asked with a sudden surge of interest. [b]"Do you think you could maybe get some for me? Oh I'm Sofia and Whismy by the way."[/b] Wait had headhancho just called her cute? She wasn't sure how she was supposed to feel about that. [I]Was[/I] she cute? She'd never thought of herself as such. [b]"Am I cute?"[/b] Sofia asked herself quietly. Her clothing choices were always rather drab, albeit comfortable, her gray sweats and sweater that she was currently wearing par for the course. The only thing that could really stand out was her face, and that was more so due to the blotched line of skin across her right cheekbone and the short, jagged line of scar tissue on the other: the marks easy to see against her pale skin. Of course her blue eyes drew attention as well but Sofia wouldn't think of that. During all of this thinking Sofia stared at her chocolate milk that she was sipping contemplatively.