Goodbye Stranger

At Emily’s third soccer game, Bridge and Tab stood together in a drizzling rain.
“You’re still wearing the ears,” Tab said.
“I decided to wear them until Halloween,” Bridge said.
After the game, Bridge bought two Kit Kats, one of which she dropped on her father’s desk at the Bean Bar on her way home. He was out, but he’d know the Kit Kat was from her.
There was a new girl behind the counter. She didn’t seem at all curious about why Bridge felt free to walk into the tiny office next to the bathrooms.
“Hi,” Bridge said on her way out.
“Hi,” the girl said. “I’m Adrienne.” She held out her hand,
and Bridge reached out to shake. “You work here,” Bridge said.
“Yes,” Adrienne agreed.
Bridge blushed. “I meant-”
“Are you Bridge, by any chance? You look like your dad.”
“Thanks.” Bridge realized how that sounded, blushed again. “I mean-”
Adrienne smiled. “No, that’s right. It was a compliment. He’s super-cute, as far as dads go. You should see my dad. What is he, anyway, an Arab?”
“He’s Armenian. Armenian American.”
“Armenian?” She nodded. “Cool. I don’t even know where that is.”
“Well, he was born in California,” Bridge said. “What happened to Mark?”
“Beats me,” Adrienne said. “I guess he quit. My lucky day.”