At the start, Abby didn't pay special mind to the newest customer to enter, figuring him to be yet another college student by the looks of his overloaded backpack. In her experience, they came for the 'fad' of coffee shop breakfasts and a cup-on-the-go. He approached the counter, and Marge took his order just like she did for anyone else.  With a smile, and a soft bubbling chuckle. If one thing was certain, one would be treated as family no matter who they were, or where they came from.<br/><br/>Abby waited patiently for her hot chocolate, and almost simultaneously, she caught the wave of the young man just as Marge appeared with her drink in hand. Flashing him a smile, she held up a finger signifying her apology and took the cup from the counterspace.<br/><br/><em>"Thanks, Miss Marge.</em>Abby proffered a warm smile. Miss Marge had caught the friendly gesture as well, and curled those knowing lips into a coy grin.<br/><br/><em>"You be careful now, Abby. </em>Marge winked, and returned to filling other orders.<br/><br/>Abby chuckled, shaking her head. Marge was gone before she could reply, so she dropped the topic. Twenty-five, and uncommitted, Marge knew this and was really the only 'protective' caring person she had here in the big city. Mom and dad lived four states away in Virginia, and between work and school, Abby didn't have much time for socializing. Turning toward the table, she took her time in shuffling toward him. She reached the table with a fair amount of ease despite the growing line of awaiting customers.<br/><br/><em>"Hi! You're new to the area, aren't you? </em>Lips curled, and she pushed a chair back, dropping her slender frame into it.<br/>