<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Isis Hastings<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sinfully Sweet<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Liz, Liam, open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Boss shit and whatnot<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>http://www.polyvore.com/isis_ocn/set?id=147610960<br/><hr/><br/>Isis had decided to forego her car and take a walk before going to the bakery. She needed to think, her head wasn't the most clear it'd ever been and she needed to start a cake or something to work through whatever issues she had. There was a certain reason she felt all tangled up and it had a name- Eiryn. It had been a long time since Isis had liked someone this much so shortly after having met them. The distracted and slightly disoriented feelings were not totally unwelcomed though. There was also that fight within herself, the parts of her that were urging her to spend as much time with the other woman and the parts urging her to run clashing with almost a vengeance.<br/><br/>As if on cue, Isis opened the door of her bakery and almost completely bypassed Liz and Liam before going into the back. She had to do the books and inventory before she could start baking. She wanted to get the boring stuff out of the way. "Oh...hey Liz...Liam. How ya doing this morning?" She'd almost forgotten her manners.