Isabelle watched Sebastian's face as they spoke to one another, he seemed so at ease, so peaceful and simply happy. In the worst way she wanted to be just like him, the ease that he seemed to have around people, even when she was helping in that regard just a bit.<em>"Sacrilege. My deal young lady, you may know about baking, and even show a good mind for a civilized drink, but that comment shows that we definitely did the right thing and let you colonials go your own way. Dunk it in the tea?!? I have to remind myself that you heathens also drink your beer cold too."</em>A slight laugh couldn't be helped at his words, but he did have a slight point, it was something she hated others doing but every now and again she found herself dunking something into tea.<br/><br/><em>"My goodness. To think you returned here when you could have gone elsewhere. This place must really mean something to you."</em>This man was actually listening to her, taking an interest in the conversation that they were sharing. It was such an odd thing because with Cassie around often times, attention went straight to her often times. Izzie had gotten used to living life in the shadows, being second in her own life.<br/><br/>She looked back up to the man once again being captivated by those blue eyes.<em>"Rambling? Hardly. Do I have better things to do than stand here and listen to you? No, I don't. I do, however, have more essential tasks that will need my attention, but fortunately I do still have some time to be social, if it doesn't interfere with your workload. I haven't really had the chance to just talk to anyone in a few months. Well, I have spoken to numerous customers of the pub, but even that's just been filler while they drank, or waited for their order. At least here, there is no rush to get anything done. Besides, you have me at a disadvantage, my dear. You know my name, but I'm afraid I don't know yours. And while it might be correct to a degree, just calling you 'Miss Baker' would be somewhat wrong."</em><br/><br/>Isabelle couldn't help but to laugh at the end of his bit. With a tilt of her head she looked at him,<em>"What if I happen to like the mystery of  'Miss Baker', would you hold that against me...?"</em>Another smile danced upon her features, she didn't know it how it had happened but there was a bit of a crush now forming upon this man, a man who had much better things to do than deal with petty crushes that would pass soon enough. A slight cough was given, bringing herself back into reality, allowing for the thoughts to fade.<em>"My name is Isabelle, but some people call me Izzie. It's nice to meet your formally Mr. Rhys-Hamilton Sir. I think you might remember Cassie actually, the red head who was dancing on your bar a few months ago, she pulled me up there with her but I got us both down.."</em>Izzie was more than sure that he would remember Cassie, for everyone seemed to know and notice Cassie more than herself.<br/><br/>Another look down to the counter was taken before taking a deep breath and looking back up.<em>"Maybe we could have another conversation, we could have lunch sometime..? I mean if you ever have a free day and the desire for company.."</em>, was whispered softly. Isabelle wondered if the man would write her off, think that she was asking him out on a date as she wasn't. Yet then again what if said yes and thought that she had asked him on a bit of a casual date, what if this first time of actually speaking up proved that she was just as good as Cassie, that she could hold her own and make conversations work as well, rather than being silent all of the time outside of work.<br/>