Isabella was sitting at the bar long before Wyatt showed up. She had apparated in from the Ministry. She had already ordered a rum and coke. Isabella was having a really hard month at work. She needed to relax a little bit. First there were the ridiculous two weeks that she spent more hours than she should have in rigorous training. And now there was all this rubbish with demons and Yankees. She was exhausted and too stressed to sleep.
It wasn't until Wyatt spoke to Tom that she was able to pick him out of the crowd. And he was two seats down from her. Two empty seats. Izzy stood up and scooted down. "You're Wyatt, yeah?" She held out her hand to shake his. "I'm Isabella. You want a drink? Tom mixes the best drinks."