Here's some more from Abby and Kieran:
I actually blushed. “No, my name is Abigail, but everyone calls me Abby. My middle name is Shay.”
“Abby,” he whispered, hovering very close to my face, “even better. Lovely to meet you, Abby. I’ll email you.” I nodded and flashed him my pretty smile, which was far prettier without the gobs of makeup I was usually forced to wear, and he walked off with the Henry book under his arm. I decided to buy it as well so we could discuss it sometime in an intimate setting over coffee (even though I hate coffee) with beatnik poetry in the background or something.
Abby is by far one of my favorite characters to have written. I'm glad to be getting her out there.