The awkward thing about restaurants was that it was hard to tell when people were approaching your table to sit at it and not because they needed to pass it to get to another one.

B! U! T!

Eventually some stopped! At her table! Someone was taking a seat! Izzy "looked" in their direction expectantly, her arm propped up on her knee and her head leaning against her fist. That voice was... sort of hard to place.

"Sup."