Ernest and Abi
Abi kept nervously checked on Charlie every five minutes. It wasn't that she didn't trust Peggy, but she hadn't spent more than half a morning away from him in... ever. It was making her worry that he missed her, or something would happen. Determined to mingle, she slid her phone into her purse and picked up a drink, wondering what to have.
She eventually settled on a whiskey sour and was about to take a sip when the familiar face caught her eye. "Mr Hemingway?" she said softly.