Sebastian had just finished restocking some of the spirit dispensers when he got a look at the time. He cast a look around, the few patrons present were the know easy going type that rarely, if ever, caused any trouble. He felt confident that he could leave the bar for the promised lunch break with Isabelle. He dried his hands on the small towel that rested over his shoulder, before he hung it on one of the drying rails under the bar. He turned to call out to Jennifer that he was planning on leaving for a while when she saw Isabelle walk in with a large picnic basket hanging from her arm.<br/><br/>He smiled broadly, the thought of her bringing something for them to eat was a real treat for him. Her action made him feel somewhat special, and a little self conscious. He started to round the bar when he noticed that she was lacking the shine she had when they formally met the day before. Her hair looked a little wilder than the day before, and her eyes were red and slightly puffy. The look of happiness shifted to one of concern as he closed the distance between them.<br/><br/>"Hi. I was just about to leave and come to you. But since you're already here... Let me take that for you." He eased the basket off her arm, catching a few tantalizing whiffs of the contents. "There is some wonderful smelling food in here. Tell you what, we will have lunch in one of the private rooms." He put his hand out, bringing it close to Isabelle's and slowly closing around her hand. It felt so tiny and delicate in his, and he was very careful not to apply too much pressure. Holding her hand, he led Isabelle through the entire main bar until they reached one of the doors in the far wall.<br/><br/>Sebastian let go of Isabelle's hand reluctantly to pull out the key needed to unlock the door. He pushed the door open, showing a table that dominated the room, with eight chairs around it and a cabinet to one side. On top of the cabinet was a large jug full of water, and a trio of glasses.<br/><br/>"Come in, Isabelle. It's not the place I would normally think of for a picnic lunch, but at least it will be quiet." He moved to the table, placing the basket on the closest edge. He gave her a look that was full of the concern he felt for the young woman, who was feeling just as bad about the fight as her dear friend was. Without any words, he held his arms out in a signal that she could get a hug if she wanted one.