BRIDGET'S HOUSE
Bridget lounged on her couch, absently flipping through a magazine when her phone rang.
RING!
The sharp trill pulled her from her thoughts as she glanced at the screen, and saw the name of the caller. It was Miguel.
"Wow!" Bridget said.
She allowed herself a brief smirk as her fingers hovered over the screen before finally answering.
"Hello, Miguel," Bridget purred. "What a pleasant surprise."
"Let’s meet," Miguel said, his voice was blunt as he spoke from the other end of the phone.
Bridget blinked, momentarily taken aback. Of all the things she expected from this call, a meeting wasn’t one of them. She recovered quickly, masking her surprise with her usual attitude.
"Wow, I wasn’t expecting that, but since you asked so nicely, I’ll meet with you." Bridget sai
