Who: 707 and Adam Young (also Rhiannon the bulldog) What: Playing pretend Where: Adam's apartment When: Evening Warnings: Not likely Status: Closed
Adam hadn't gone overboard with the snacks. Not at all. He had chips and dips, tiny little bagel pizzas, cheese and crackers, and a bowl of M&Ms. Everything was spread out on the counter, and there were several different sodas and bottled water in the fridge. The living room was decked out with sheets hung around the walls in a way to try and appear like a space ship, complete with tin foil over the mirror and hung in a few other strategic places in the living room as well as the bathroom.
He wanted to make a good impression, and he really hoped his new friend wasn't overwhelmed by it all.
He sat on the couch with Rhiannon while he waited for Seven to arrive. He pet the bulldog's head. "You better be on your best behavior," he told her. Not that he was worried. Rhiannon was a good dog. She'd never gotten into the least bit of mischief. She was the ideal companion. She listened when he needed to talk, she didn't talk back. She didn't worry about her own problems. She was just there, by his side. Perfect.
Adam glanced at the door. Seven should be arriving any minute. Waiting was always the hardest part, even though he was just waiting for a knock at the door. He glanced at his phone to see what time it was, and gave Rhiannon a scratch between the ears.