Isabella takes her sweet time talking to the receptionist at the foot of her building. She's secretly waiting for Lindsey to come pick her up for dinner, but doesn't want it to appear that's what she's doing. So after the initial inquiry as to whether or not she had any messages (a question she could have posed from the phone in her room), Bella moved on to less usual topics.

"That necklace is amazing! Where did you get it?" Bella inquires with enthusiasm. The old hag behind the counter obviously doesn't like spending time with Bella. Gazing at the young beauty makes her bitter with memories of her own youth, and watching Bella enjoy hers is simply torture for her. But Bella persists, using the woman as an excuse for why she is loitering in the lobby for a date that may never come.

Bella doesn't like being stood up. No girl does, but Bella in particular can be rather nasty if she ever encounters anyone with the gull to stand her up. Lindsey has no excuse; their meeting was memorable, there had definitely been some tension in the air, and Isabella doesn't want to be vain but she doesn't think he encounters many women like her. Blonde bombshells don't go offering dates to every man they encounter.

It's been a while since Bella's gone on a date. She usually drives men away because she's so dedicated to her work. Sometimes she'll even find a story in a relationship, so men who know her work find it in their best interest to stay away from her. If they can. Bella is an enigma to some, what with her dueling desires to stay below the radar yet rise above everyone and become a star. She knows she would fit right in with the celebrity scene, and imagine the stories you would get from just one conversation with Keanu Reeves! Reese Witherspoon! George Clooney!

Bella groans as she looks at the clock. Maybe he's waiting for her outside. Or maybe he stood you up, just like Johnny Reichhardt in twelfth grade, the gratingly sing-song voice in her head laughs, You should check back on that guy one day. See if he really can't have children after what you did to him. A swift kick to the parts that matter usually teaches a man not to stand up a woman...

"Soo... you're sure there're no messages," Bella asks again, one last desperate attempt to linger at the front desk. The old bag behind the table glares up at her frostily and Bella rolls her eyes, stepping to the side so she won't hog all the space anymore. As she leans forward she lets her back arch a bit, so if Lindsey does come marching through the foyer the first thing he will see is her blonde hair and perfectly shaped buttocks.

What? If you know you have a great body, what's the sin in flaunting it?