<em>"Do I know what I 'might' like, no but I'll tell you want a would like, I'd like your number and two of those cakes"</em>Those words brought Isabelle back from the place she had begun to drift off towards, a land filled with daydreams and happier times rather than the present, thinking about what had happened between her and Cassie the night before. A blank stare was given to the man before blinking a few times.<em>"Can you pay for the cakes?</em>, she asked point blankly, ignore his request for her phone number completely. But the kid continued upwards and onwards,<em>"Cool hair, unexpected, everyone seems to have escaped form the fifties...you should finish the job make then really ream you"</em><br/><br/>The line had almost been crossed but he had saved himself for the moment at least. Izzie didn't like people who didn't like her hair, her hair was a part of herself and the constant reminder of her friendship with Cassie. Cassie. The thought of her almost brought tears to Izzie's eyes. Her lower lips began to quiver as she reached for the hand sanitizer, rubbing some into her hands and getting the cakes the kid has requested.<em>"Here...Just take them...pay or don't pay I don't care..."</em>, words more or less whispered before turning on her heel and head to the kitchen where she busted into tears.