It wasn't his intention to hang arond and have a conversation with any of the staff of the bakery, but the young woman was joy to be social with. Here was this bright, open, friendly young woman who was showing features that he had been lamenting over not having himself. He decided that it would be good for him to drop in from time to time and say hello, and possibly develop a friendship with this vibrant member of his home town. Not everyday, as that would appear to be like a stalker, but twice a week would suffice, he thought. Plus, it would not get him too out of shape indulging in all the wonderful food they have on offer.<br/><br/><em>"What if I happen to like the mystery of  'Miss Baker', would you hold that against me...?"</em><br/><br/>"Hardly, but it would get be to dust off some old investigation skills." He couldn't help but reflect the joy he was getting from her. It was infectious, and something he really needed. He had kept himself back from people for too long, and first Lux, now this young woman, seemed to be the catalysts for him coming out of his shell. He chose to live there because he felt it would be a good place for him once people got used to him. It was small, cozy, quiet and shared those traits with where he grew up. But he was not doing himself any favours by remaining a social hermit and not just getting out and making friends. Owning The Fisherman's Net gave him more opportunities than he could poke a stick at, yet he didn't use any of them.<br/><br/><em>'Time to make a change, old man. Time to make the change.'</em><br/><br/><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><br/><br/>"Please," he held up a somewhat stern finger, "Sebastian. And calling me 'Sir' makes me feel positively ancient." He frowned, casting his mind back to the incident in question. He recalled a rather gloriously inebriated young lady, a redhead, who decided that the floor was not a sufficiently suitable venue for her dancing prowess, taking to the bar to demonstrate her skills. The crowd was very appreciative of her display, however there was the ever present dangers involved with not only a drunk dancer, but drunk patrons within arm's reach. He also recalled a blonde trying to get her down, being pulled up to a greater round of cheers and catcalls. They danced for a little while, but he left them be when he saw the blonde woman move her friend away to a better place for them to get down.<br/><br/>"Yes, I do remember that time. But, you actually stuck more clearly I my mind, mainly because of how you turned your friend's enthusiasm to your advantage and got her down safely. Every adventurous drunk needs a level headed wing man, or woman in your case, to keep an eye on them. Fortunately, no one else has tried to follow Cassie's lead and dance up on the bar since."<br/><br/>There was a pause when Sebastian guessed Isabelle was gathering her courage for something. He pressed his mind as to what could possibly have her doing something like that for, as they were quite comfortable with each other during their talk.<br/><br/><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><br/><br/>The words were spoken so quietly that he thought he imagined them at first. But when he knew he hadn't, he was most surprised. He looked at Isabelle, almost to the point of staring as his mind went into overdrive in the same manner his heart had. He had been spending the last ten minutes or more in an easy conversation with Isabelle, talking about nothing in particular. She was interested in him, and he had been interested in her. He didn't feel that there was anything deeper there, but there was a genuine comfort shared between them just talking.<br/><br/><em>'What on earth would be wrong with having lunch with a young lady like her? You're not trying to get her in the sack, you're just being social and polite. Good God, man! You're staring at her!!'</em><br/><br/>Sebastian shook his head, smiling sheepishly as he looked back at Isabelle. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare like that. I-I must admit, your suggestion caught be a little off guard. It wasn't something I was expecting. But, I like that idea. I like it a lot. How about this for an idea. Tomorrow, I can come up here and have my lunch here, if that's fine with you. Or, if there is somewhere else that you think might be better, I'm happy for that too. It would be great to be able to just sit and talk with you, not really having to worry about dealing with customers, or worry overly about the time either.<br/><br/>"So, would tomorrow be fine with you?"<br/><br/>He found himself holding his breath in anticipation of her answer.