Abby had about an hour before she had to be at the hospital two blocks away, and so figured it would be okay to take a breath from the constant ongoings of her life if even for a few minutes. Sometimes busy-ness had her so caught up in getting to the next thing that she often forgot what it was to experience a good conversation, rather than just watching one unfold. Placing her cup on the table so she could undo her jacket, she dropped the zipper<br/><br/>"You're from Virginia too?" Ocean depths lit up with interest as she slipped her arms from her coat and rested it about her waist in the chair. She wasn't going home this year because of the job she had landed at the hospital, though she missed the familiarity terribly. The smell of mom's cooking, and the warmth of dad's arms. It was enough to practically make her nostalgic. In truth, it did make her nostalgic.. "My folks live there. I moved here to go to N-Y-U." Slender digits wrapped around the base of her warmed cup, and she brought it to pursed lips, taking a sip as it were. The chocolate was rich, just like she loved, and the whipped creme had melted to a frothy consistency that now coated her tongue in something of a winter ecstasy. "What are you majoring in, if you don't mind my asking?" She swallowed, taking another sip before settling the cup back once again to the surface of the table.<br/><br/>Marge brought him a drink just then, and Abby smiled innocently up at her while Marge gave her a warning wink as she turned around. yeah, yeah. Attentions returned to the face opposite her, and she studied the contours of his features for a moment before he spoke up again. Taking note of the exhaustion lining his brow, and the way his physique slumped ever so slightly with the weight of fatigue. Smiling, she extended a hand. "Abby. Just Abby. Nice to make the acquaintance, Jon."