Isaac put his hand on Rosa's shoulder and pulled down his glasses, "let him go, if he doesn't want to do it, we can't force him." He smiled gently, "that's why we live in America, where upper class chefs," Isaac pointed to himself, "and low town filth," his finger fell in the direction of the other man. "We can walk the same streets, share a glance, "He grinned in his direction, " and even mingle without anyone suspecting a thing. This is the land of the free, where our choices are our own." He let his hand drop and heard a beeping noise, Isaac flipped out his phone and answered.<br/>"Hello? This is Isaac....What do you mean the unagi and fatty tuna have to be taken out the courses!?" Isaac took a few steps away and was arguing with whoever was on the phone, he began shaking in his frustration. "No no no no, I'm on my way right now! Don't you dare leave, I am going to speak to you, who cares if the fish went bad, we can just as easily get more!" He hung up and shoved the phone back into his pocket. "You, Let's go, i have more important things to attend to, and I need a third opinion on my creations." he looked directly at Rosa, ignoring the man entirely.