Why did he have to look so cute when he smiled like that? It was charming before, and it was even more so when she was sitting at eye-level with him. Of course, it made her wonder if all of her clients were this handsome. Abigail knew that probably wasn't completely true, but you only heard a voice. Voices could be terribly deceiving.
Clearing her throat, Abigail could feel a slight warmth coloring her cheeks and she let out a light huff. "They don't! And don't you try that with me, mister!" Abigail, well Anastasia, knew just what got Thomas Dean hot and bothered. At least, from their conversations she did.
Crossing her arms, she slouched a bit against the booth. Biting back a grin, she hide it behind her hand, glancing down. Did she even venture into the slightest bit of rebuttal? It was heavily considered, though it would never be malicious.
Reaching across the table, Abigail commandeered Thomas's fork. Picking at a piece of the pie filling, she gave it a once over with a shrug. "I'm sure there would be more, but someone would have to ask. Nicely" Taking the bite, she placed the fork back into the plate and stood up with a smile.