Lee frowns, puzzled. "Why he thinks this, he doesn't like you?" He seemed nice for the half a second he was talking to her, but Lee is not stupid, she understands that men speak to her differently than they do to other men. Usually because they hope it will get them somewhere. What she doesn't understand is how anyone could think Michael, who is the only person she has ever met who understands her, is not good enough.
Frowning still, she bridges the gap between them so she can reach over, turn him toward her, and start straightening his jacket and tie. Damn it, Michael, how do you take something that actually fits and make it not fit. Her hands are chilly, she must have forgotten to wear gloves again; she's always forgetting something.