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The following day found Isiah exactly where he said he'd be on a Saturday. At work. As the end of his shift drew closer, he remembered the plans he had made with the weird girl yesterday. After he'd rushed off to meet his friend and get a thrashing for people late, he hadn't thought much more about the flowers or his meeting with her. Was he this quickly becoming so indifferent to the happenings of this town that mere weeks after the first odd incident, he was brushing it off his mind as nothing that important? Despite how much she'd tried to impress on him how dangerous the city could be? Apparently so. He just didn't feel too worried. How bad could a city be, when he'd had plenty of time to see its dark side and haven't yet?

As he was retrieving his bag from the back, he suddenly found himself wishing he had asked for her number. How did one ask for a girl's number, anyway? And why was he overthinking this? Normally, the numbers just landed in his lap without him having to do much to get them. He only ever asked for school projects or maybe the odd friendly meet-up if they didn't ask, first. It wasn't something that made him nervous. But this wasn't a school project. He had no good reason to be asking and thus wasn't sure how one went about it.

Stuffing his beanie on his head, the low bun he'd put his hair in that morning sticking out the bottom, he shrugged at his thoughts. You probably just asked for it. How complicated could it really be? So many of his male friends made it out to be this life or death situation. He didn't understand it. He didn't understand a lot of things people did when it came to the gender you were attracted to. People always made it weird.

With a wave to the co-workers in the kitchen, Isiah stepped out into the front part of the bakery, ready to mingle.

Once free of all the staff areas and thus his responsibilities for the day, Isiah stood just beyond but out of the way of any customers walking along the edge of the counter, giving a stretch of his arms above his head before scanning the area for a woman fitting the correct description he had been given. It didn't take him long to find her and he made his way over, slinging his jacket over the bag hanging from one of his shoulders. If they instantly went outside, he'd put it on. For now, he didn't want to wear a sauna.

"I assume you're the friend?" he asked straightaway, the usual friendly smile plastered on his face, that reached his brown eyes and made them sparkle with pure joy. Which he did feel, every time he interacted with someone. Isiah just loved people, all kinds of people. It never mattered what he was doing with people, even if they were just standing around and shooting the breeze. He just loved people.

"I don't think I ever gave your friend my name. Isiah Paskal. No relation to any other Paskals but a pair of retirees." He looked behind him, catching the eye of the co-worker working the register. "Did you have anywhere you wanted to go? I'm usually not very picky about where I am, other than hanging around work when I'm not on shift is a bit weird."

Isiah stared at the offered hand for a few seconds before accepting the greeting, just a tad bit awkward himself with it. He didn't really enjoy the types of greetings that involved any sort of touching. He might hug the friends he'd known for a few years, but the thought to do so never occurred to him very often. At least not to do it in a sincere way. Being affectionate and flirting was never done in a serious way, always as a joke or a tease.

"I'm not fresh off the plane, if that's what she thought," he answered, taking back his hand maybe a bit too quickly once the polite amount of shakes were given, using the hand to tuck a stray hair underneath his beanie. He never had much in the way of bangs. But stray hairs all over his forehead, he always seemed to have plenty of those. "It's going on four years the summer. I went to High School in Meadowview." Over the years, he'd seen a fair bit of the city, roaming the streets with his varying crew of friends he always had around him as a teenager. Granted, he still was kind of a teenager at 18-though almost 19!-but ever since having the extra responsibilities of a job and college, he'd not been getting together with his mates like they used to.

Still. He knew his way around the city. He barely even drove the car to work, just walked much of the time, allowing himself to see the sights a bit more closely than if he did drive there.

"I've done a good bit of exploring when I went to school. But if you want to walk around, that's cool with me. City this large, I'm sure there are places I've missed. Like the places too far to walk to."

"Why would I hang around school when I didn't have to?" Isiah teased. HiTS? Fancy. By rights, he probably should have ended up in Hillworth, given his kind of background over in England. His parents had threatened him with it enough times, not that it obviously did any good to scare him. As a fresh teenager, he felt like he could take on anything the world threw at him. And win. But his grandparents had suggested Meadowview instead. At least for a year. If he still persisted on getting into trouble all the time, they could always just switch his school at a later date.

It was strange to think back on who he used to be. It hadn't been so long ago. it was amazing how much one person could change when they really put their mind to it.

"Were you not allowed to wander the city?"

At mention of the clubs, Isiah quickly looked around him. They knew his age in here, he couldn't very well just answer normally. Instead, he tried to shift his body so his face was hidden and lowered his voice a touch. "Clubs aren't really my thing, but if you're suggesting, private parties are more my style. Fake IDs are kind of a hassle and I'm trying my best to be a good little boy. At least on the surface."