The door opened and a bell chimed. Isolde turned to smile at the woman entering.<br/><br/>"Good to see you aren't still mad at me." the small dark haired young woman said, as she drew up a tall stool.<br/><br/>"Me? what was I mad about?" Isolde asked with a laugh and hoped this would cover her confusion.<br/><br/>"I told you not to have anything to do with that new club by the docks. There have been too many dead bodies found close by." the woman replied.<br/><br/>"Really?" Isolde countered, (who in hell was this woman?)<br/><br/>"Have you ever known me to lie in all the 20 years we have been friends? Me? Sasha? Your best friend in the whole world. remember? I don't lie. I'm a straight shooter."<br/><br/>"Well, don't be silly," Isolde answered, relieved to know who this was.<br/><br/>"If I said I'm going to this club, then I"m going." Isolde retored, waggling the shears her direction.<br/><br/>"No, you big dork. Not clubbing, just delivering an order of flowers there."<br/><br/>"Then, that too." Isolde said, stubbornly, lifting her chin. "I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself."<br/><br/>"Then you better be some super hero with super powers or you will come back in a body bag." Sasha said. "I think I will come back when it isn't your time of the month. God, what a bitch."<br/><br/>"There's the door and see you later, evidently, I'm busy." Isolde said and returned by to preparing a 36 long stemmed red rose bouquet, marked for Club Malachai.