Did Abigail expect a tour of the manor when she showed up? Did she expect to meet the infamous butler? Did she honestly think the new billionaire would want to do something as small and simple as a game of pool? The answer to all of those questions as a simple ‘no’; yet here she was. Half of her felt like she was getting some form of special attention but she didn’t want to believe that she was getting some form of special treatment… maybe, he just likes her company right? Right?

Reaching out a delicate hand, she wrapped her fingers around the thicker end of the stick and took it from him. “Bars around the world huh?” Her hand slowly let the stick fall between it until the end hit the ground and she leaned against it. “Well I’ve been kicked out of tournaments because someone with my awesome skills shouldn’t compete with people, it wasn’t fair.” Leaning up against the stick, she leaned against the stick with a grin. “And that’s supposed to be intimidating too.” She nodded before leaning the stick against the table and squatted down, grabbing the triangle and placed it on the top before slowly loading the balls into the triangle. 

Her head jerked up from loading up the rack to see a young man enter the room with them. She rose up dropping the last ball onto the rack lining them up nicely. “Hello Tim, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” And she nodded in the direction of the coffee as well with a bright smile. “It sounds like you young men have been working hard. Just don’t overwork yourself.” She nodded before stealing another glance at Dick. 

Turning her attention to the triangle she lifted it gently off of the balls and slid the white ball across the table to where Dick was standing, at that moment she turned her caramel gaze to Tim with another bright white smile across her full lips. “It’s lovely. I can’t say I’ve ever seen any place like it before.” Turning her attention back to Dick she gave him a grin. “Host breaks.” With that she looked back at Tim while Dick lined up his shot. “I feel rather honored to even be invited in through the door much less deeper into the house. Then again, you bug someone enough they’re bound to talk to you or tell you to go away.” She said with a cheeky grin towards Dick. “Just remember Dick, you’re playing against a professional…somewhat, possibly, maybe…” Her gaze moved away from Dick in an attempt not to stare at him as she stayed on the other side of the pool table not wanting to break his comfort zone but she felt her hands fidget, her body rock ever-so-slightly and her gaze attempt to flick uncontrollable towards his direction [i]No Abbie, friend… friend-FRIEND.[/i]