<div style="text-align: justify;"><em>"Yes Sir, coming right up"</em>. Doug smiled at Isabelle as she took his order and watched appreciatively as she began filling it with a sequence of efficient movements. Oh she was certainly pretty with those icy blue eyes of hers and seemed to have curves in all the right places, but more than that she was obviously enjoying herself. It was good to see someone doing what they loved. Doug had seen far too many people settle for work they hated or were ambivalent about, but the young blonde certainly seemed to be in her element. As she worked on his coffee the pink tips of her hair drew his attention and, for just a moment, he experienced the odd compulsion to run his fingers through the feathery mass.<br/><br/><em>"That will be five fifty please."</em>. Doug nodded and slid a hand into his tight jeans pocket to remove his wallet. The jeans themselves weren't that tight, although he had caught complimentary stares and comments at the fit, but for some reason the manufacturer had thought it best to include pockets that only a child's hand could comfortably reach inside. His fingers had barely clasped themselves around the brown leather of his wallet before a strawberry cupcake was added to his order. Doug raised an eyebrow as he was told it was on the house. Adopting his most charming smile, he slid a ten dollar note out and held it out to the attractive baker.<br/><br/><strong>You do know that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, right?</strong>. Mostly to show his appreciation for the gift, and partially because he wasn't above flirting when the chance arose, he winked at Izzie.</div>