Fast forward two years (during which Miles may or may not have stalked Bridget via Facebook).
Bridget had moved to Chicago and gradually became less of a hot mess. Miles had moved to Gilberts and life continued to be grand. They saw each other at a couple more shows, including one fateful event at Subterranean in Wicker Park where Miles was entranced by Bridget’s intriguingly purple pants. They chatted (read: yelled over loud bar noises and music) about his not-entirely-unique hipster aesthetic (beard and plaid shirt). He did not ask her out.
But Bridget was not to be thwarted. And a few days later, Miles received a text from Brynn along the lines of, “If you ask Bridget out she probably won’t decline.” Sneaky.
So he did.