Sebastian liked how often she smiled, as it made her face look more alive and youthful.<br/><br/><em>"I know how you are. Mr. Rhys-Hamilton, you own the bar down on the docks.."</em><br/><br/>His eyebrow shot up at that. He knew he was known in certain circles, mainly due to being British and still holding his accent after all the time he spent in the US. But he didn't realize he was that well known to so many people.<br/><br/><em>"You should try it with Earl Grey, it's quite good...dunk the crust just a little bit."</em><br/><br/>"Sacrilege." Sebastian put on a melodramatic gasp at the end. "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<em>colonials</em>go your own way. Dunk it in the tea?!?" He shuddered. "I have to remind myself that you heathens also drink your beer cold too."<br/><br/><em>"I grabbed you a loaf of plain whole wheat as well, no extra charge.."</em><br/><br/>Sebastian gave her a look, not entirely sure of whether he would accept the generous offer or not.<br/><br/><em>"I suppose I was destine to work here, my mother was a long time customer and while she was pregnant with me, she was always in this shop at least three times a week. I'm surprised that I wasn't born in here. So I was always in here as a child and as a teenager, always bothering poor Mr. Thomas with my questions. I decided to take a shot and apply to school and I got in, got my degree in baking and pastry then went on to Le Cordon Bleu to see what else I could learn before coming back here..."</em><br/><br/>"My goodness. To think you returned here when you could have gone elsewhere. This place must really mean something to you." He was very sincere with his comment. He had thought of returning to England, but his parents' pub would be run by his eldest brother by then, so he couldn't return there. But he was happy in the little town, and he was making his life there. He could understand how the young woman would want to return to the town.<br/><br/><em>"I'm sorry.. I was rambling. I'm sure that you have better things to do than to stand here listening to me all day.."</em><br/><br/>He waited for her to look back up at him before responding to her. "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."