Isabel had been in the back taking inventory and cleaning up a bit. With the door to her home town opening up, she could restock the freezer with food for the next several months, if she could just find a truck. And she needed to know what she needed. As soon as she heard the voice, though, she dropped what she was doing and headed out to the front.
Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and she was wearing a worn t-shirt that looked like it had been washed about a million times and some jeans that fit her just right. She also had a little half apron tied around her waist.
"Hey there, sugar. Looking for something to eat?" She smiled. Her accent was barely noticeable, but still there.