Sebastian felt a little better about staring when he managed to get Izzy doing the same thing.<em>'I managed to surprise her to the same extent she surprised me. Was she expecting me to reject her offer to be social?'</em>His mind ran further and deeper along paths of thought and supposition regarding Izzy's reaction and possible causes. It didn't happen often when a pretty young woman -<em>'Why pretty and why now?'</em>- wanted to see him again in a clearly social setting. Given the feel of the conversation they were having, he would be an idiot to have said no.<br/><br/><em>"Tomorrow would be wonderful, we can do it here. It'll be a lunch to remember, I promise.."</em><br/><br/><em>'It'll be a lunch to remember, I promise. I wonder...'</em>Sebastian started to get his wallet out while Izzy bagged up his order, trying hard not to read more into what she said, and to not analyze her like some serial killer suspect. He watched her get everything ready for him with the practiced ease that came from repeating a task almost endlessly.<br/><br/><em>"That will be seven fifty Sir...Sebastian..."</em><br/><br/>He laughed just a little at the way Isabelle blushed at her error, but smiling broadly as he handed over a ten dollar bill to her. He could clearly see her nerves, even without the training and experience he had. He hoped that it was good nerves, rather than bad. Taking the change from her, he grabbed his bag and lifted it from the counter.<br/><br/>"Izzy, don't worry about lunch too much, OK. We'll have a nice, enjoyable talk, some good food and generally have a good time. I'll see you tomorrow about 12:30. Bye, Isabelle." He gave her a slight wave as he carefully carried his bag of goodies out to his MG. He climbed in, sitting still for a moment, collecting his thoughts.<br/><br/>"Does she consider this what the yanks consider to be a date? That could explain the nerves a bit." He looked back in the direction of the bakery as he turned the ignition. "More likely the young baker is trying to move out of the shadow of her more outgoing friend. Sebastian, old boy, you need to stop over thinking matters so much and just go with the flow. All I know for certain is that tomorrow I'm having lunch with a delightful young lady and being social. We can deal with greater matters if and when they arrive."<br/><br/>The matter settled, Sebastian pulled out and headed to the pub to get it ready for opening.