Seated in a chair at the counter in the kitchen Isabelle was, flipping through pages of a cookbook trying to find a good recipe for 'Spotted Dick'. The day had started out with quite a bit of uncertainty, waking up after a night of drinking with Cassie and not remembering a damn thing. There were so many questions that needed answers, Why was her shirt off, Why had they drunk so fucking much, Had they kissed; Had it turned into something more. Those were questions that couldn't be mulled over, for they could drive a person crazy. Izzie retreated from the thoughts and questions to work where a man had been met, well more formally introduced to her; Sebastian. He had some type of aura around him, it infected people and she indeed had been affected by it. The rest of the day Isabelle had been smiling and letting the sudden good mood of somehow ending up with a plan to have lunch with the man the next day, rub off of everyone who came in contact with her. After work she had gone to the gym and gotten some of her worrying thoughts and nervousness about the next afternoon out to be forgotten about at least for a little bit of time.<br/><br/>Now Izzie was back home, reading through cookbooks trying to find the perfect recipe to make for Sebastian the next day. She wanted so very much to impress the man, wanted to give him something that would remind him of his first home; England. It would never be admitted to anyone else, let alone herself that a crush was forming from a conversation that lasted all of ten minutes. A conversation that seemed to have held the promise of much more, done all on her own without the help or meddling of Cassie for the first time in her life. A page was turned idly before hearing the door to the loft open, it seemed that Cassie was finally going to make an appearance. Izzie had a way to try and smooth things over, some kid had come into the bakery earlier and left her the oddest note. That note might be the thing which could make things right again.<em>"Hi Cassie...I'm in the kitchen.."</em>, Isabelle yelled, having a feeling that best friend was trying her very best to avoid her for the time being.