Robert thought for a moment and finally asked Bridget the first question that came to mind.
"What's your middle name?"
"Eleanore."
"Eleanore.... Bridget Eleanore... That's very beautiful. Rolls off the tongue very nicely." Robert replied.
"Thank you, Robert." Bridget chuckled at his reaction. She always did like her name, but never thought of it as a beautiful name.
"Oh! It's my turn... Um, favorite sport? Oh gosh, I'm terrible at thinking of questions..." Bridget replied.
"No you're not. That's a fine question. Now, don't think less of me for my answer to this question, okay?" Robert grinned, mischievously.
"Why would I think less of you for a sport? Just tell me." Bee giggled.
"Because... I'm a guy." Robert laughed and could already feel himself slightly blushing.
"Are you going to say porn? Cause that's not a sport!" Bridget teased Robert, forcing them both into a small fit of cute laughter.
"Jeez, no. Definitely not my favorite sport. However, they have to burn a lot of calories doing that for a damn living." Robert joked along.
Bridget started softly giggling again. Robert couldn't help but feel his body warm up, hearing her sweet laugh.
"So... Your favorite sport?" Bridget repeated, gazing up at Robert with a giant smile growing on her crimson red lips.
"My favorite sport would have to be volleyball. Not when guy's are playing, though..." Robert shook his head vigorously, and his mischievous smile was still plastered on his face. Bridget's smile glowed from his expression.
"Women in their bathing suits playing on the beach..." Robert paused for a moment, and a small, nervous laugh escaped from his lungs.
"That's my favorite sport." Robert laughed at himself and then shrugged casually.
"Oh, really?" Bridget raised her eyebrow and gently bit her bottom lip for a moment.
"That's funny you say that..." Bridget giggled because she use to be one of those girls on the beach in her bathing suit top and daisy duke cut offs.
"Yeah, yeah... I know it's funny. I'm a guy! I like to watch girls in their bathing suits." Robert couldn't stop laughing now after how he said it like that.
"Wow, when I say it like that I sound like a perv." Robert added, making both of them laugh until tears streamed down their cheeks.
"Wait, you're not a perv?" Bee playfully added.
"You're getting frisky!" Robert smiled until his cheeks hurt.
"Sorry... I mean, I'm not sorry. Oh god... I don't know what I'm even saying." Bridget stammered while she was still giggling with Robert.
"Get as frisky as you'd like dear. No need to be sorry." Robert teased her back, and playfully nudged her shoulder with his, as they walked side by side.
"You know..." Bridget broke off, not waiting to finish her thought.
"Um, never mind." Bridget hesitantly added.
"No, no, no... You can't do that to me! Now all that's in my mind is trying to think of what you were going to say. Please, finish that thought... At least for my own sake." Robert joked, shaking his index finger back and forth at her in a playful manner.
"Ugh." Bridget groaned.
"I use to play volleyball...."
"In my bikini..." Bridget added and Robert's eyebrow kept raising higher and higher until his brow practically went up to his hair line, in curiosity and a pleasuring image popped into his mind.
