"No chips, though I think I'll have one of those strawberry cupcakes over there.  Haven't had one in years, feel like treating myself, and so on.  For the sandwich, if you have it I'd like ham, turkey, roast beef, pepperjack cheese, mustard, and pickles; dill though, if you don't have those then no pickles.  And sweet tea, light ice."<br/><br/>Izzie's apparent bashfulness struck James as amusing, attractive even, and a little odd.  Not odd that she seemed shy, but odd that this was the second woman in less than an hour who seemed attracted to him; he'd been in town for a couple of years now and he'd never gotten even a second look tossed his way.  At least, not that he'd noticed.  He knew he could be a little zoned-out at times and not really aware of what was going on around him.<br/><br/>He decided to try and make her laugh, since that usually put people at ease.  "You don't have to look away from me; if I'm that ugly just hand me one of those paper bags and I'll toss that over my head."  As soon as he'd said it, he realized it might have come off as rude or angry, and wished he'd just kept his mouth closed.<em>Oh well, nothing left now but to push through to the other side...</em>