Wapun Meadow Can't wait for quittin' time, comin' around

Bridget saw her appear in her periphery and turned to look, still smiling. Her smile didn’t fade when the woman began to (adorably) explain why Bridget’s joke wasn’t true. It was endearing that she’d taken it seriously. She was cute.

Not a flower then, but just as pretty. Bridget replied easily, meaning the compliment. A little harmless flirting never hurt anyone.

I’m Bridget, it’s nice to meet you, Ceraphina. Do you live out this way?