It's short, I know that. I hope you like this. Oh, and I'm not trying to stereotype southerners (you'll see). I just thought it would work for Abby. Thanks for reading, I hope you like it.
"Why Roger Davis," A young girl said with a thick southern accent as the two bohemians entered the Cohen Café, "I never would've expected you back. Just kiddin'. You're our new best customer! Welcome back to the Cohen Café darlin'."
Roger rolled his eyes. "Hello to you too Abby. This is my friend, Joanne Jefferson."
"Well howdy!" Abby greeted, shaking her hand.
"Hey, do you know where Mel is?" Roger asked.
"Why her shift's about to let up. I'll send her right over," Abby answered, "Y'all be good and make yourselves comfortable now at that table over there."
As soon as Abby was out of earshot, Joanne said, "Well she seems…nice."
Roger rolled his eyes. "If nice means annoying as hell than your right."
"Hey Rog," a seductive voice said, "Who's your friend?"
Roger smiled. "Joanne Jefferson. I told you about her, didn't I Mel?"
"Oh yeah," the girl said, "The lawyer. Well, nice to meet you Joanne. I'm Melanie Gardner, but just call me Mel."
"The pleasure is all mine." Joanne said cautiously, surveying Mel.
The girl had jet-black hair down to her waist with streaks of bright pink. Her eyes were a seductive, secretive, almost yellow, green color. Her skirt and shirt were skimpy as could be and she had 'flirt', 'rocker', and 'dangerous' written all over her. Joanne didn't like her one bit, but Mel seemed to have Roger under her spell.
"Well Rog," Mel said, "My shift's over. I've gotta meet someone, so I'll see you later." She gave him a quick kiss and walked off.
As soon as Mel had exited the restaurant, Abby walked up. "And what can I get y'all?" she asked in her high-pitched, nasally voice.
"Burger with everything." Roger answered.
"Salad, ranch on the side." Joanne replied.
Abby jotted down their orders and then walked off.
"Roger," Joanne said, "I don't like Mel. I don't trust her."
"Why not?"
"She just," Joanne mumbled, trying to find the right words, "I just don't. Please be careful. For me?"
Roger stared at her angrily, but finally said, "Fine. For you. Because you're my friend."
"Thank you Roger."