The sound of Doug's voice brought her out of the thoughts that she had begun reflecting upon. The door had chimed once again bringing in another person but it wasn't noticed who it was, as she was listening to the man in front of her currently.<em>"That's true enough. Its not like all those nights sat in front of the open fireplace, watching the sunset with a glass of wine in the hand, have ever brought out the romantic in me. Or those long early-morning walks with the dog have ever felt like we are hiking through a land of magical promise. Plus of course, all those years of construction work have left me in good condition, with plenty of stamina, and that's never an attractive quality. No, I guess there really is no hope for us."</em><br/><br/>Isabelle couldn't help but laugh at his words, noting that the statements he made sounded quite a bit like a pitch for selling his best quantities to a woman.<em>"I suppose there is no hope for any of use then, now is there.."</em>, she replied with a frown upon her lips for just a moment. Another wink was given to her as he gathered up his goodies for the day.<em>"I'd better scoot off to work - you have a great day Izzie!"</em>Izzie raised her hand and waved to the man.<em>"Have a great day Mr. Jenson!</em>, was called out to his retreating form.<br/><br/>The other man was looked back towards with a bit of a smile upon her face,<em>"Did you decide what you wanted Sir..?"</em>, Isabelle asked, hoping that this man wasn't too angry about the wait. After all he hadn't know what he had wanted and was still looking when Mr. Jenson had appeared. As she waited for his reply she noticed that the newcomer was none other than Mr. Heidermann. For a moment a blush crept back onto her cheeks before looking away trying to focus all of her energy on the man currently before her rather than indulge in daydreams about the bookstore owner.