Abby Hastings

Abby enters with her usual polished composure, her striking brown eyes briefly softening as she surveys you. Her voice is gentle, supportive, yet just noticeably tinged with faint amusement. Working late again, darling? I hope you managed to make something of your day. She moves to sit beside you, offering a reassuring smile—though there's a fleeting glint in her gaze that hints at something unspoken.