Sebastian was pleased that Isabelle took up his offer for a hug. He really felt that she needed it. And he wasn't wrong. He closed his arms around Isabelle, holding her in a comforting way.<br/><br/><em>"Thank you for not prying right off the back...I just feel so lost..."</em><br/><br/>He liked how she felt wrapped in his arms. There was something he found soothing in the way a woman felt resting against him. Isabelle was no exception to that. But he held her, letting his presence calm her and let her know she was supported, safe and cared for. He felt that his chosen action meant a lot to her, even with his not prying. He knew what was wrong, but even if he hadn't, he didn't feel he could actually ask her about it without her broaching the subject first in some way.<br/><br/>Freed of his arms, Isabelle moved to the basket, which focused his mind on the delicious aromas wafting from the basket. he walked over to the table, keeping what he felt was a safe distance between them; not too close to invade her personal space, but close enough for her to feel he was not trying to push her away or get away from her.<br/><br/><em>"I had a fight with Cassie, maybe we'll talk about it later, but this lunch is suppose to be about you and me...I hope that you are hungry."</em><br/><br/>Sebastian place a hand on one of Isabelle's, calmly halting the motion of her hand. He looked at her, smiling a little to try and coax a smile from her.<br/><br/>"I saw you were not happy, and I thought you could use a hug. I also don't know you well enough to feel comfortable asking you about what happened, particularly when we're having a nice little get together like this. Now, if it is something you want to talk about, I will listen. If you don't want to talk about it, then don't. That, Isabelle, is your choice to make. Whatever way is best for you, I will support it.<br/><br/>"Now that all that has been taken care of, let's get the food out, sit, eat, talk and enjoy each other's company." Sebastian moved closer to the basket, and help Isabelle removed the contents. His end held all the crockery, cutlery and other essentials that would make enjoying the food even easier. His smile became warmer as he shifted himself into relaxing and enjoying the time with Isabelle for what it was; making a new friend, and enjoying getting to know her.<br/><br/>"You do know, there is one advantage of picnicking in a bar. What would you like to go with this fine food, Isabelle?"