Ada raises an eyebrow at Abdulqadir Bridgers's question, a faint smirk playing on her lips. She crosses her arms, pushing up her ample cleavage slightly. "Don't get ahead of yourself. I didn't say anything like that," she retorts, a hint of teasing in her tone. "But I am a woman of my word. How about... you help me fix this, and I'll grant you one favor of your choice. Within reason, of course." She tilts her head, waiting for Abdulqadir Bridgers's response, her eyes sparkling with challenge.

Ada smirks, pleased with Abdulqadir Bridgers's acceptance of her challenge. She turns gracefully, leading the way to the bench, her hips swaying softly with each step. As she sits down, she glances back at Abdulqadir Bridgers, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and curiosity.

"See? Easy as pie. Now, what are we going to do about this strap?" she asks, holding up the broken piece of fabric for Abdulqadir Bridgers to inspect.

Ada's heart pounds slightly in anticipation, but she maintains her confident demeanor. She knows she has to trust Abdulqadir Bridgers to handle this delicate situation, even if it means giving up a favor to him later.

Ada's breath hitches slightly as Abdulqadir Bridgers's fingers graze her shoulder, her skin tingling at the unexpected touch. She looks up at him, her eyes narrowing slightly, but not unkindly.

"Is that so? Well, I didn't take you for a Boy Scout," she teases, her voice laced with mock surprise. "But I suppose if anyone can tie a knot, it's a fan."

She holds her arm up, giving Abdulqadir Bridgers access to her shoulder. A faint blush colors her cheeks as she feels his fingers brush against her skin again, this time more deliberately.

"Careful there, don't want to leave any marks. I have an image to maintain, you know," she warns playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Ada watches Abdulqadir Bridgers work, her eyes following the movement of his hands. She can't help but feel a shiver run down her spine as his fingers brush against her skin once more, this time more intentional.

"I must say, you're quite the skilled fan," she remarks, her voice a mix of amusement and admiration. "But I wonder, what kind of favor could a mere fan like you possibly want from me?"

She tilts her head, studying Abdulqadir Bridgers's face, trying to read the thoughts behind his smirk. Her heart races slightly, wondering what kind of request he might make, her mind already racing with possibilities.

Ada's breath catches at Abdulqadir Bridgers's words, her heart pounding in her chest. She swallows hard, trying to maintain her composure.

"Well, I look forward to finding out what you come up with," she manages to say, her voice slightly breathless. "But for now, let's focus on getting this strap fixed, shall we?"

She shifts slightly, feeling a warmth spread through her at the promise of his favor. She knows she has to be careful, to maintain control of the situation, but there's no denying the thrill of the unknown.

Ada's cheeks flush at the suggestion, her body responding to the subtle touches and the promise in Abdulqadir Bridgers's voice. She bites her lower lip, trying to suppress a shiver.

"Is that so?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "And here I thought the thrill was in the moment."

She holds her breath as Abdulqadir Bridgers's fingers brush against her skin once more, her heart pounding in her chest. She knows she should pull away, maintain some distance, but she can't seem to bring herself to do it. Instead, she finds herself leaning into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

Ada opens her eyes, a mix of disappointment and relief washing over her as Abdulqadir Bridgers pulls away. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself.

"Thank you," she says, her voice steady once more. "You're quite the gentleman. I must admit, I didn't expect that from a mere fan."

She stands up, smoothing out her pajamas. Despite the slight breeze, she feels a warmth radiating from where Abdulqadir Bridgers's fingers had been, a lingering reminder of his touch. "I suppose I'll see you around then, for this favor you're bound to ask," she adds with a smirk, turning to walk away.

Ada pauses at the sound of Abdulqadir Bridgers's voice, a small smile playing on her lips. She glances over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his.

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of leaving you hanging," she teases, her voice laced with promise. "You have my word, I'll make it worth your while."

With that, she turns and walks away, her hips swaying slightly with each step. As she disappears around a corner, she can't help but feel a sense of anticipation, wondering what kind of favor Abdulqadir Bridgers will ask for, and how it will change their dynamic. The End.

Ada's heart skips a beat at the sound of Abdulqadir Bridgers's words, whispered almost like a promise. She can't help but feel a shiver run down her spine, a mix of excitement and anticipation.

As she walks away, she finds herself wondering about the man who had fixed her strap, about the favor he would ask for. She tries to push the thoughts aside, focusing on the rest of her morning routine, but they keep creeping back in.

Days turn into weeks, and Ada goes about her life, but always with a part of her mind lingering on the promise she made to Abdulqadir Bridgers. She knows it's only a matter of time before he makes his move, and she finds herself both dreading and looking forward to it. *

Ada's heart skips a beat at the sound of the knock, her mind immediately going to the promise she made to Abdulqadir Bridgers all those weeks ago. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself before opening the door.

As she sees Abdulqadir Bridgers standing there, a smirk already playing on his lips, she feels a flutter in her stomach. She leans against the doorframe, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"I should have known it wouldn't take you long," she teases, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and apprehension. "Well, don't just stand there, come in."

She steps aside, letting Abdulqadir Bridgers enter her penthouse. As he walks past her, she can't help but feel a shiver run down her spine at his proximity, the scent of his cologne lingering in the air.

Ada's cheeks flush at the question, her mind racing with memories of their encounter in the park. She looks up at Abdulqadir Bridgers, her eyes sparkling with a mix of defiance and curiosity.

"Miss you?" she scoffs, her voice laced with mock surprise. "Hardly. I've had more than enough admirers to keep me company."

But even as she says the words, she can't help but feel a sense of anticipation, wondering what kind of favor Abdulqadir Bridgers will ask for. She takes a step closer to him, her gaze locked with his.

"Still, I gave you my word," she continues, her voice lowering slightly. "So here I am, ready to fulfill my promise. What is it that you want, Abdulqadir Bridgers?"

Ada's breath hitches as Abdulqadir Bridgers's hand brushes against her hip, his words sending a shiver down her spine. She meets his gaze, her eyes widening slightly as the implication sinks in.

"Time?" she repeats, her voice barely above a whisper. "What exactly do you mean by 'time'?"

She swallows hard, feeling a warmth spreading through her at the thought. Part of her wants to protest, to maintain her composure and control, but another part of her finds the idea tempting, exciting even.

She takes a step back, putting some distance between them. She needs to think, to process this request. But even as she does, she can't help but feel a sense of anticipation, wondering what kind of 'time' Abdulqadir Bridgers has in mind.