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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

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It was with a bit of trepidation as I approached the treehouse that Bridge had directed me to. I was something of a newcomer to dates. I'd _had_ dates before; even a couple that had ended in kisses, but none that I'd initiated myself. And none with Bridge Carson

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"Yeah!" Bridge called back, hesitant and eager all at once. Should he have gone down to meet her? But what if something happened in the treehouse while he waited downstairs? The elevator was simple enough, or was this like opening the car door for your date and he should have done it anyway? But what if Polly had thought that dumb instead of chivalrous? What if she thought the elevator was dumb?

...Polly wouldn't think the elevator was dumb. Bridge felt a little dumber for thinking Polly might think that.

"Come on up," he called, trying to ignore the nerves that inspired such really ridiculous thoughts. People usually thought Bridge's ideas were ridiculous, but at least they made sense to Bridge. These fears didn't. "Just pull the lever. It's easy."

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I frowned a moment as I looked the lift up and down and figured out which lever he meant. As shameful as it might sound, I hadn't been in too many lifts. Just a feature of my upbringing: I hadn't lived in many places where lifts were necessary. I'd seen the Compound lift, but I generally avoided it. Why take an elevator when you could walk? And, besides, that thing always got stuck at the most inopportune time, like if you were pregnant and delivering your baby.

I found the lever and gave it a pull. I blinked in surprise as the machine pulled me up, but I'd composed myself and smiled as I pulled level with Bridge.

I'd prepared for my date with a shower and a ribbon in my hair. I was wearing my favourite yellow sundress with red belt. Bridge... was looking as nervous as I felt. Which was sweet.

"Hi!" I said, and handed over my gift. "I brought cookies."

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"Oh wow," he murmured appreciatively, taking the offered gift. Should he have made something? Oh, wait, he was making dinner. "We can have them for desert," he said, lifting his head with a bright smile. "That's perfect. Thanks."

Devon had helped him pick out what to wear, and Bridge was especially thankful for that. He wasn't overdressed or underdressed, just dressed in nice jeans and a button-down green shirt. The sleeves were rolled up a touch, just to keep them clean while he fixed dinner. Maybe he'd remember to roll them down.

"You look nice," he said, giving her a once-over free from leers but attentive. "I mean, pretty. You look very pretty. ...Not that you don't look pretty all the time, just especially so today. Tonight. This evening."