Stress Eating WHO Abigail Knight OT Any WHAT Pie...and more pie WHERE Uncle Joe's Diner WHEN Monday, 03/28/16 around 2:30p.m. WARNINGS TBD
Abigail had seen Gabe off at the airport that morning before heading in to work. Barely more than twenty-four hours, that was how long he'd been here this time. Truth was, she wasn't even certain if she'd been sad or glad to see his plane take off. Okay, maybe that wasn't true. Maybe that was something she just told herself to make herself feel better. If she wasn't upset about him leaving, it made everything easier to deal with.
But she did miss him. Twenty-four hours in, what, the last three weeks, wasn't enough time to spend with the person you intended to marry. It'd be different if it was the exception instead of the rule, but ever since she'd left California, it felt like the amount of time she actually got to see Gabe, face-to-face, was dwindling more and more.
And it was her own fault. She was the one so adamant about putting work first. She was the one determined to climb as far as she could up the corporate ladder before settling down and actually planning out their wedding. Even yesterday, her attention had been distracted from him by a text she'd received. If it had been anything less newsworthy than it was, she'd have tried to hide it, but as it was, he'd noticed — and they'd had a huge fight about it. Abbie couldn't blame him. She could see it from his perspective. He wasn't any happier that they didn't get a lot of time together, and when he was able to come at the last minute, she couldn't even give him a full day without being pulled away for work.
They'd made up, of course. Or, well, they'd worked things out enough to have sex a few times before she had to bring him to the airport. She couldn't shake the feeling that things hadn't really been smoothed over this time.
Because she'd been late to work, she'd taken a late lunch. She'd usually have had her assistant go out and pick something up, but today the walls of her office felt more like a cage. She just needed fresh air, or different air, or a place that didn't feel so...confining. Her preference would have been to sit over a nice meal at BeauSoleil and ruminate over her thoughts and mood, but they were closed on Mondays. As she'd passed Uncle Joe's Diner, she'd decided on a whim that it would do. It wasn't the kind of place she frequented often, but she'd been there before. The heavy scent of grease and fatty foods had a way of turning her stomach queasy, but in the mood she was in, she didn't doubt she could sit down in front of one of their pies and devour the whole thing.
And so that was what she did. Apple was a known favorite, but Abbie needed something that would make her feel absolutely horrible about herself later. French Silk it was. Yes, the whole pie. And a fork. And coffee.
Maybe she was hormonal.
She didn't care if people stared at her as they passed her spot at the counter. If she'd cared, she would have hid her shame in one of the booths. Instead, she was about a third of the way through, with no sign of stopping anytime soon, when she noticed a shadow fall across the pie tin and felt a presence next to her.