"I'm sure!" There is the slightest hint of exasperation in her tone, but she flops back down and grabs her box of snocaps and her sketchbook, seeming to settle in as proof that she is sure. She's sure, it'll be fine.

Maybe Alek will swoop in and rescue her, we just don't know.

For now she will hang out as the awkward third wheel to her own date because this is Abigail's life, this is what she gets. She'll just draw while they talk. Definitely not going to draw Derek like one of her French girls though. Maybe a portrait of Ethan back there at his booth flirting with anything that breathes.

She's pretty sure he'd love a picture of himself that he could frame, bless him.