"Then you can call me Abi, instead of Miss," she shot back at him as she leaned over the counter and grabbed the coffee pot on the burner. The breakfast rush was usually self serve and she knew Sook and Ned had better things to do than to get her and this new boy some breakfast.
Figuring the coffee would warm the pale man up, she took over a mug for him to nurse. "You still take your coffee black?" she asked, wondering if his tastes had matured since his youth or whether he was like her, still craving sweet, creamy coffee. This could be such an opportunity for Abi to learn so much more firsthand about Hemingway when he was younger, before the ego and the marriages, before a large amount of his literary success.
"I think you can have sausage and eggs or pancakes, maybe some toast if you're hungry enough." she said sweetly.