That pep in your step spurred to a sprint once you heard the crash nearby, no doubt her up to her usual antics. You couldn't help the slight cringe, knowing well that yo-yo was nothing to sneeze at, never mind Roger. Heading around the corner, you've could've gotten the perfect snapshot as the knucklehead's noggin was conked in by a deceptively small yo-yo.
"Is it lunchtime already?"
Her sweet voice simultaneously contrasted yet fitted the bloody scene of surrounding destruction. Wiping her hands with a cheeky smirk, she crouched down, already clapping hands with Roger. As she did so, her gaze panned over to you, emerald eyes lighting up as she realized your presence.
"Hey, it's you!"
Beaming, Bridget rose to her feet, quickly strolling over as she hooped line after line of her yo-yo for the millionth time.