It truly was a nice day to relax.<br/><br/>Bridget did not particularly like busy days. The streets were always crowded, especially around this end of town, a lot people gathered here when certain stores opened, it was almost suffocating. She would rather not feel like a sardine while she was trying to enjoy her day. When it came to this city, she wouldn’t say that it was too crowded. However, when a lot of people gathered in one area it really was awful. There have been a few fights here in other words. This was a rough area. But this city was still her home, and she would enjoy every moment she spent here as she had for as long as she has lived in this area.<br/><br/>Today was a day of relaxation indeed. She had taken the liberty of going for a stroll since this was her day off of week. To make the best of it, it was better to enjoy the sunshine rather than be bored indoors all day long. Who would want to do that?<br/><br/>Definitely not Bridget, she loved being outside. Sometimes she didn’t always show it, but her appreciation for nature was one of the things that got her out of bed in the morning. It wounded wither but that was how she was. A nice walk here and there did a person good. Besides, the sunlight on her skin made her feel beautiful, and beauty was important to a woman like her. Staying indoors all day made her all pale. Gross. Being pale was not attractive at all, sometimes a little repulsive as well. Bridget always got a kick out of those ghost-pale people who stood out in a crowd. Sometimes she would even count them for her own amusement. To herself, of course, she wasn’t so rude as to make it known.<br/><br/>Bridget reached into her pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She pulled one out, and went to light it when she discovered that he lighter was out of fluid. “How irritating.” A sigh left her and she lightly nudged the nearest person sharing the sidewalk with her with her elbow, the gesture coming off a little ruder than she wanted, who happened to be a man. A rather handsome man if she had to make a comment. “Excuse me,” she said to him in a soft voice, with a hint of a smile on her face. “Would you mind helping a girl out by giving her a light?” She held up her cigarette slightly and tilted her head a little. “Pretty please? With some sugar on top?”