Tilting her head slightly, Abigail gave a light chuckle and nodded. "We still have apple pie." Though she didn't need to, she made a note of the order before glancing back down at the man. He was certainly the handsome and charming type. She didn't see many people like him in the diner often. They were typically at the Starbucks or pastry shops that sold a small coffee and Parisian tart for nearly twenty bucks. Abigail had only been to one of those once with a fellow actor who had just gotten cast in some big screen movie ordeal.
"Can I get you anything else with that pie?" Tucking the pen and pad into the apron pocket, her hands went behind her back, folding firmly to keep herself from idly swinging her arms or some nonsense. "Some coffee? Tea? Some vanilla ice cream on the side?"
Adjusting her weight from one foot to the other, Abigail, much like Thomas, felt a familiar attachment to the voice speaking to her. It was mixed with other feelings, thoughts, and things that she wasn't entirely sure were decent for public discussion. Odd.