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Everything was planned. Everything was perfect, or as close to perfect as Bridge thought it should be, which might not have been a good scale since Bridge didn't know what was perfect on a date. But he had Devon's advise, Ric's special skills and a plethora of pop culture references to use.
He could do this.
"I can do this," he repeated, out loud. "Right boy?"
Ric barked his support, wagging his tail as he looked up at Bridge. "Okay, what's the music selection like?" he asked, kneeling down to see Ric's display more clearly. He picked something soft and jazzy, good background music, like most of the songs he'd uploaded into Ric's memory were supposed to be. Bridge checked the food one more time, left to simmer on the improvised stove, and paced to the window, waiting.
He could do this.
"I can do this," he repeated, out loud. "Right boy?"
Ric barked his support, wagging his tail as he looked up at Bridge. "Okay, what's the music selection like?" he asked, kneeling down to see Ric's display more clearly. He picked something soft and jazzy, good background music, like most of the songs he'd uploaded into Ric's memory were supposed to be. Bridge checked the food one more time, left to simmer on the improvised stove, and paced to the window, waiting.