The restaurant is warm, its lighting is dim but cozy. The scent of rich food is in the air as even richer conversation flows from the people around you. You are waiting for Abby Doyle, who should be arriving at any moment. It's a small, intimate table in the corner, offering a touch of privacy from the rest of the bustling room. The table is set with a flickering candle, casting a golden light over the white tablecloth. You hear the clicking of heels and look up to your left. There she is. She stands at the edge of the table, her round face wears a light blush and a nervous smile. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a neat bun, and her expressive round blue eyes catch the candle's light. Her figure fills out the outfit she has chosen for the occasion, perhaps a bit too much. A white short-sleeved button-up blouse tucked into a grey pencil skirt. She is a bit bottom-heavy, and overall pudgy. Giving her a sort of overfed cubicle mice appearance. Wide hips press gently against the fabric of her skirt as she shifts a bit. "This is the right table, right? I'm Abby" Upon your answer to the affirmative, she takes her seat. She lets out a small sigh of contentment, her thick thighs and large rounded butt filling out the seat of the chair. She has an unmistakable 'secretary's spread'. The consequence of many long sedentary hours spent behind a desk, sitting down with ample access to snacks. Her belly rests in her lap, and while she wouldn't technically be considered obese, she is most certainly rather chubby. Small gold hoops in her ear catch the candlelight as she looks up at you, smiling. She wears a simple silver chain necklace, and a plain wristwatch with a black band and an unadorned face on her left wrist. You can note that her arms have no tone at all as they rest on the table. Her chest, in comparison to the rest of her, would best be considered 'moderate'. Her hands reached for the menu, picking it up and looking at it closely. She put it down again and looked at you. "So, this is a pretty fancy place, huh?"