Snorting, Abby reached for her cappuccino, cradling the bowl of a drink to absorb seeping warmth with circulatory impaired fingers. 'Should put a lot of stuff on that website if you ask me. It's absolutely useless.'
No fault of the zoo's, naturally; all the local parks were under county jurisdiction. The Tustin Blimp Hangar, O'Neill's, Irvine Regional and Casper's Wilderness Parks, a half dozen other wooded trails and patches of green sporadically dropped throughout their concrete jungle which threatened to overrun indigenous living species. They all shared a common Orange County government website which falling to Abby's profound understanding meant the website was destined to, “Fucking suck.”
'A video of Weir could only improve matters tenfold.'
Pausing to sip and think, Abby recounted all they'd spurted out in quick succession. Mentally ordering and rearranging expectations, making little side-lists of the things she could busy herself with over the next few weeks. Robb had a self-proclaimed tightly packed work schedule which by comparison made Abby appear free as a bird; for better or worse, she did have hours upon hours of nothing which would now be devoted to planning all the minute details of their masterful pet project.
Starting with one very important aspect.
'Hey, Robb...?’ Abby lowered her mug and leaned forward over the tabletop feeling a hesitant weight settling into her bones. The gentle ginger giant sitting opposite didn’t seem the sort to refuse a girl a simple request - particularly as Robb was blatantly gung-ho about showing Weir off to the public - but somehow Abby felt like she was about to intrude on something very private.
‘Would it be possible for me to meet her? Like... before she comes to the zoo?’