When he said it, Abigail nearly dropped her notepad onto the floor. Luckily, she hadn't had a pot of hot coffee in her hands, or food for that matter. She paused with such a start, though, that the woman sitting at the table she was tending to asked if she was alright.
Shaking it off, Abigail smiled and gave a nod to assure the woman that everything was fine. Taking the order, it was dropped off to the back before she came to visit Mr. Smarmy himself. She had considered bringing another piece of pie, but no. Not this time.
Abigail did; however, help herself to take a seat across from him. Her order pad out, she drummed the end of her pen against the paper before speaking. "You...you can't just say that like that! It's suppose to be confidential, you know." She kept her voice low and looked rather flustered. Why wouldn't she? There was no shame, but if there were any other customers lurking around, she didn't necessarily want it to be common knowledge who Anastasia was.