"Daddy, who's that?" Isabelle asked her father as she held his hand, Jacob smiled looking to his daughter, "That's Ms.Beauchamp." "Who's that?" "She runs the department." "She has pretty shoes and hair." Isabelle giggled, Jacob watched as she strolled past, the pair sharing a fleeting glance. "Will you tell her I said that?" "Course I will." He grinned as Elle came over kissing him before lifting their daughter, "Sorry it took so long." She commented, "Don't worry about it, I'll see you later." He smiled kissing Isabelle's cheek before getting on with his shift.