Their first date went well — after the bit where a sweaty Miles couldn’t navigate the city, parked way, way too far away, couldn’t find a cab, and had to speed walk to Bridget’s house in the late June heat. Also the part where a mighty Chicago wind decided Bridget’s dress would look a lot better over her head.
After those minor speed bumps, the pair sat on the deck of The Orbit Room and talked. For five hours. About Ninja Turtles and Rugrats and a common distaste for suburban sprawl, among other topics.
Soon after, they planned their second date — Scrabble and a picnic in the park. She won.