"Miss Beckett, your car is waiting outside." A familiar voice called into a rather spacious, white office. The female behind it sighed softly as she toyed with a fountain pen, her delicate fingers spun it in circles before dropping it down on the paper pad before her. Isabelle had been working relentlessly; and it showed. From the moment she'd been able, she'd been edging her way into PR. Her first step had been working as a receptionist on her days off during school; that PR firm helped her steady herself and climb into the world she had grown to enjoy. It didn't take long after that for her to start off on her own, with a book full of clients and a give 'em hell attitude. Isabelle was also unlike most of her colleagues, she was British. The female had moved over to continue her studies in the USA. So far, she'd been a major hit, and it was only getting better. The woman eventually grabbed her handbag, dressed in stilettos and a loose fitted button up navy shirt, it hung and concealed her hourglass figure to some degree. It was professional. The pencil skirt she wore, curved around her behind and flared out slightly along her thighs, thanks to the minor slit in the back. The young woman had finally come into her own; she was a force to be reckoned with. She worked out daily, she achieved more than she had to at work, and she had independence most people would die for. Money meant she was able to do pretty much everything she wanted, for now. Isabelle was good with money, most of it was stored away and the rest was paying off her apartment in the city. And yet.. she still wasn't happy, not really. The blonde made her way down the fairly narrow staircase with her suitcase in tow. She didn't have much time to work, but she'd made the few calls and emails that she intended. That day, she was flying off to meet a potential client in another state. He had offered her a great deal of money to oversee a project he was planning to launch. Her company would handle all the PR, and if they did well, she could earn a permanent client. It would be... one of her milestones. Not to mention that she was going to be able to see another state, another town. It was going to be something special, she was determined to make it a trip to remember. It wasn't often that she got to travel, so she was determined to embrace it. The meeting was set for a day after she arrived, that gave her time to enjoy a drink and a meal alone before work came calling. By the time she landed, that choice had certainly spun around her head, maybe she should've had more days off; hell, she needed a vacation. Isabelle loved her work, but it was tiresome to be so switched on all the time. The woman missed the days where she'd go for a picnic with friends, then have the rest of the day filled with pyjamas and giggles until they cracked open beers in front of some old movies. Much had changed since her university days. Some hours later, the female had landed and had found a rather nice bar close to her hotel. It seemed to be thriving, even if it was somewhat dark and filled with an older wood smell. It was rustic, she'd give it that. It was certainly a place she could kick back and relax. Almost as soon as she entered, she ordered herself a beer and settled rather comfortably at the bar. A game of some type was on, not that she was bothered. Isabelle didn't really like sports, not unless it got interesting with fouls. After some time of drinking and picking at some bar snacks, a man settled in next to her. He seemed rather nice, maybe too much on the meterosexual side for her tastes. Slicked black hair and dark eyes, paired with a well tailored suit seemed to hint he was far more used to working in the city than he was trying out their bars. When he gazed over to her, he noticed the similarities they had. "Hey, can I get you a drink?" Isabelle almost burst out laughing, fortunately she suppressed it. "I'm still working on this one," She nodded toward the half empty glass of beer in front of her. "Right, of course. But when you're finished?" Isabelle was no stranger to attention, and that attention wasn't the kind she enjoyed. "No thanks--" As she was about to finish her sentence, something drew her attention to the kitchen. The narrow hallway that was in the corner of the left hand side of the establishment seemed to lead to a busy kitchen pumping out pub food; it was only when her gaze lingered more that she saw someone that almost made her slip right off of her chair. And it wasn't the four beers she'd had. There was a moment of pure shock. Her whole body tensed into a fight or flight response that didn't fully develop. Was it... It couldn't be. No. Isabelle slipped from the stool, her gaze locked onto the male. The man looked just like him... and it made her heart jump. Her stomach was already down into the floor, even her breathing was somewhat hindered. The man who settled beside her attempted to see if she was okay, but she simply shoved down a few notes onto the bar before she grabbed her purse and started to head for the kitchen. Her long blonde loose curls trickled down her back as she strode with a fierce confidence. Who the fuck did he think he was? It was mind blowing to think that he could be right there, he could be within her reach. All of the pain she'd felt when he had disappeared seemed to rise back up. It had taken her a year of searching to finally give up; but he'd never left her mind, not really. The dreams of finding his body, or somehow him returning to her had plagued her nights more than she'd care to remember. By the time she entered the kitchen, he was gone. The female didn't hesitate, even as she heard voices reprimanding her. "HEY, lady! You can't be back here!" Isabelle was long gone, already stepping out the back door and managing to keep a swift pace in rather long, thin heels, the straps around her ankles certainly helped as she broke into a rather tipsy trot. Her usual feminine sway was off, she was now almost waddling. "Hey!" She called out, her impatience was showing. It just had to be him... It had to be. The female's heart leapt in her chest as she recalled countless memories of him, the way he'd hurl her onto the bed, the way she'd wake up pressed against him... And all the time she truly felt he was still out there, had he really been out and around like it meant nothing to him to leave? "Finn!" The female called out, her voice as determined as it was furious. She stood almost dishevelled, tears threatening to sting in her eyes. It seemed the name was enough to cause him to halt, causing an ache in her heart. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she clasped her hand over her mouth to stifle the sound that threatened to come out. Isabelle had never felt so confused. It felt as if the very ground beneath her had begun to crumble. In her heart, she knew it was him before she'd even followed him out. "Finn." Her voice was almost a plea for him to at least show himself to her, so she could see it was really him. "I... I looked for you everywhere. I know it's you," The blonde found herself easing into a nearby wall, it felt like her world was spinning. "You just left, you left me..." The female felt her lower lip quiver before she pushed back off the wall, her heels clicking as she strode closer toward him. For a tipsy, emotionally unstable woman, she was quick. The female strode in front of him, glancing up at the very man she had been falling for. Her large, oceanic blue orbs glistened up at him under the streetlights as tears stung in her eyes. "That's great, Finn. Really... fucking great." The blonde found herself feeling a bit more tipsy than she had been, all it did was loosen her emotions and give her some uneven footing. The blonde kicked off her heels before scooping them up, giving the man one last glance. "You could have at least said goodbye. I deserved that much," The female started to walk into the street before she paused, turning back on her heel. "I deserved better than checking in with hospitals and the police every week for a year... And... It wasn't even the best sex that I've had." It was a lie, but she wanted to hurt him the way he'd hurt her. With that, she turned and walked right into the man who'd been with her at the bar. "You okay?" He glanced from her to Finn. "I... I'm fine, now if you don't mind," The blonde tried to side step, but he seemed adamant on 'helping' her, keeping a hand curled around her upper arm. "Let go of my arm, right now." The female hissed softly, "I don't know you, and you're coming on far too strong. Go fuck some cheap whore, I'm not your girl."