Firefly Glen These never-ending worries pulling on my sleeves

A date and, finally, a name. A pleasure to meet you, Keen. Bridget said with a good deal of amusement (and suggestion) behind it. They’d done a little more than meet here, and god, she was cute when she was flustered.

Anyway…

Bridget’s mine. I’ll be looking forward to it. Keenly, you might say. Bridget chuckled at her own joke, aware that it might be an overused one but also betting on getting away with it. Hey now - that shit was funny.

Reluctantly she had to get back to work, so with a final look (and lingering touch) she made her way jauntily back towards the medical dens. She would definitely be looking forward to her next visit… and find herself distracted until then.