<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/db2ue3C.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Isabelle Bellucci<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Orientation<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pantsuit (http://imgur.com/sxmVKAX)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Drake, mentioned Riley<br/><br/>Watching as a very athletic woman walked up to the table, Isabelle openly took a moment to appreciate her. She herself had never been into more than keeping a refined hourglass shape, usually lots of running, but it always amazed her to see a woman with actual defined muscles. ISabelle had almost missed that Drake had walked up to her until he spoke. A fine eyebrow arched for a moment as she bit her tongue inside her cheek. A hint of a smile flashed in the depths of her chocolate eyes. “Yes, I think all of this would be considered crazy but it’s the world we live in.”<br/><br/>Far from a naive woman, Isabelle had noted that the man who walked up to her and introduced himself as Drake, had been previously sitting next to the woman now talking to the hulk of a man near her. She felt that his interest in her was more about the woman, who in her own rights, was gorgeous. Isabelle wasn’t about to be rude though, so instead she gave him a big smile and placed her well manicured hand inside of his. Her nails redder than the devil’s tongue matched like the rest of her. “Isabelle Bellucci, pleasure to meet you.”<br/><br/>Hearing the Mayor speak, Isabelle looked over Drake’s shoulder, biting on the side of her lower lip deeply. She did need to speak with him about getting her bakery. The hand still holding her briefcase clenched it. She didn’t want to be rude to the man by any means, he was very handsome and a part of her tingled at the thought of what<em>could</em>happen between the two of them. “Oh!” Isabelle pulled her hand out of Drake’s with a flutter of nervous laughter, that could have been interpreted as flirting though she was a little nervous. “Sorry, I’m sure you’ll want your hand back.”