<em>"Please, Sebastian. And calling me 'Sir' makes me feel positively ancient."</em>Isabelle couldn't help but to smile a bit at his statement, a slight blush creeping back up onto her cheeks. Something about this man was just intoxicating, so full of life he seemed to be, she found herself pulling a hand behind her back and crossing her fingers, wishing he would answer yes to her question.<em>"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."</em><br/><br/>Sebastian had remembered her more than Cassie, it was the first time that anyone had stated such a thing to her. Perhaps she did matter and should let her own voice be heard a bit more often than being the silent best friend of the bombshell of the town. Now even more than ever she wanted to see this man once again, it wasn't about romance to a certain extent but rather a new friendship that could grow into something quite wonderful and meaningful. Isabelle watched as the man suddenly stared at her, like that of a deer caught in the headlights, like she had completely and totally caught him off guard.<em>"Maybe I shouldn't have asked..Maybe he was just being polite this whole time..Maybe he thinks that I am this crazy girl who hangs around older people like Mr. Thomas because I have a fetish..Maybe...Maybe I...</em>, Izzie thought to herself, almost to the point of driving herself insane.<br/><br/>The man would finally end his silence and begin to speak;<em>"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. So, would tomorrow be fine with you?"</em><br/><br/>Izzie was now the one staring at Sebastian like a deer caught in the headlights, off guard completely and totally.<em>"Izzie say something.. say something he said yes so now you have to fucking say something before he changes his mind or thinks that you are crazy.. Izzie say something and stop staring at him!!!</em>A bit of a cough was given as fingers were uncrossed from behind her back.<em>"Tomorrow would be wonderful, we can do it here. It'll be a lunch to remember, I promise.."</em>was said softly while smiling at the man. A paper bag was pulled from underneath the counter and she placed the two loafs of bread in before getting a small box for the three cupcakes and adding them into the bag.<em>"That will be seven fifty Sir...Sebastian..."</em>, Izzie's cheeks turned a darker shade of pink with her slip up of the word Sir.