Zuma looked up at the new arrival and her face scrunched up in distaste. Very common. She really wished the establishment had a higher standard of clientele. She idly sipped her tea and ignored the other occupant until her addressed her, putting on her diplomatic smile. The smile she held at royal functions. “Good afternoon...sir.” She offered gently, bowing her head in recognition. “I don’t believe we’ve met before.” She did not request her address her by her name.
“I hope the recent earthquake did not leave you with much tragedy.” She frowned and waved her hand in offering of the seat across from her at the table. Everyone had lost something.