As Isabelle moved back behind the counter, the chime of the door would alert her and others that another had entered the shop. Mr. Thomas gave a bit of a pained look in her direction before shaking his head and moving to the back, unable to deal with what had walked into the door. The look that was given to her wasn't understood very well but as soon as the young man who had walked in opened his mouth, Isabella understood far too well. Silently the young man had looked at the good already made and ready being offered on this day,<em>"Wow babe, dude this has all the food groups covered, Chocolate, cream and that red stuff...gotta have it."</em><br/><br/>For a moment Isabelle was taken a bit aback but kept her face from giving a look of pure annoyance, after all dealing with this 'child' couldn't be any worse than that had happened the night before, could it? A weak smile was given,<em>"Do you know what you might like..?"</em>, was asked quietly. She absentmindedly began playing with the tips of her hair, twirling those pink curls without even thinking about it, it being more of a second nature thing done when she was upset.