"Oh." Lee smiles, serene. "Okay. I'm glad. I only think after I leave that maybe it's weird, and then I've already got my coat on, so..." Too late to just go back inside, apparently. And then she had been preoccupied the entire time on the subway and walking down the street, what if he didn't like it, what if he was busy, what if what if what if. Lee spends her whole life battling against that kind of fear of possibility and sometimes, like today, she wins.
She tips her head up and gently bites the tip of his nose — she's nippy, it's affectionate. "I come see you tomorrow, yes? We can have dinner." That seems fair, she thinks. Rich will have her tonight and all tomorrow morning and afternoon while Michael is at work, and then she can be with him after, stay all evening, spend the night.