Glancing down at the drawing, Abigail blinked a few times. She had seen him before, seen him drawing before, but it had never been of her. "Oh, wow..." The cup had been momentarily forgotten, though she held it between her fingers. "Is that me?" It was rather obvious that it was, indeed, her, but she didn't want to simply assume. "That's so amazing. You're really good." Abigail had, of course, taken the liberty on previous occasions to glance at his sketches and drawings, and this simply sealed the deal of how good he was.
"I wish my hair would actually do that, though." That, of course, made her laugh as she took a firm hold of his cup in her hand. "Coke? Got it. Anything else I can get for you?"
She was friendly, bright and cheerful, and gave Steve a smile as she asked her questions and offered her compliments. It was a mixture of knowing it was part of her job and being the polite person Abigail tried to be. "Some pie maybe?"