“For… you know. Trying out the seder and everything.”
Michael's arm is around her; his fingers fidget a little in her hair. Lee is so cute with her glasses on. Deceptively cute. He has no idea how she reads about all that math. Michael can’t even do long division.
“I wasn’t sure how it would be—if you’d like it, if I’d like it.”
He takes a short breath like he’s about to say something else, but all that follows is the sound of a cigarette ad in the background.