The longer that she stood there next to Sebastian, Isabelle knew that work wasn't going to be focused upon, at least not in the way that it truly should.<em>"Yes, quite a good turn out. Though I do suspect that one tent in particular may be quite a driving force behind the popularity. Even the Mayor seems to favor the fruits of your labor."</em>Blue eyes looked back toward where she was suppose to actually be, seeing the woman speaking to the very same man she had spoken with not too long ago. Isabelle caught Mr. Thomas watching her for a split second, the color upon her cheeks turning a shade darker then. The older man wouldn't utter a word to anyone, that much she knew yet Izzie still felt a bit awkward about everything to say the very least.<br/><br/><em>"When you have your break from serving, would you like to eat with me? I really liked our lunch we had together, and I wouldn't mind repeating it again. With or without the extras that went along with it."</em>, Sebastian would say causing her to look up into his eyes once again.<em>Of course I would...It'll be soon enough. I think Mr. Thomas would rather me roam around today rather than staying behind a table all day."</em>That much was the honest truth, it was a wonder the man hadn't dismissed her already, Isabelle had been spending all her time in that bakery as of late.<br/><br/><em>"Well, I have to go back inside and help keep things going smoothly. It has been really good seeing you again, and I pray that it doesn't take another week before I see you next."</em>Another smile was given to his words, hell or high water she was going to be making a better effort to see him. The next time that work would keep keep her away from Sebastian would be around the end of April; 'The Spring Fling'.<em>"It won't be...."</em>Down the man leaned pressing his lips against her cheek,<em>"Happy Valentine's Day, Isabelle."</em><br/><br/>Isabelle watched him walk backwards for a few seconds before walking back to her area where the Mayor still was. Suddenly, Izzie was very happy that the effort had been taken to actually make the time to shave her legs that morning before heading to work. She couldn't if the sudden desire was there to long, hope for something to happen. Who cared if it was a Hallmark Holiday or not, if it pushed two people in the right direction then is wasn't all that bad, was it?