There's a soft knock on my door.
Molly : One sex ! Someone's here.
Molly : OMG, YOU PERVY IPHONE. Sec. Not sex.
Reid : TOO LATE, he writes.
Reid : Does this count as sexting ?
Molly : I think so ?
And suddenly, I feel like crying, but not in a bad way. More like in the way you feel when someone gives you a perfect present -- something you'd been wanting, but thought you couldn't ask for. It's that feeling of someone knowing you in all the ways you needed to be known.
There's just something about this kind of moment this tiny thread connecting me to a total stranger. It's the kind of thing that makes the universe feel smaller. I really love that.
I think every relationship is actually a million relationship. I can't decide if that's a bad thing.
"Why are you making zombie faces ?" he asks.
"Just relax !"
"Zombies are relaxed."
He laughs. "You are so freaking funny."
He ruffles his own hair, wich is a pretty cute thing for a boy to do. And then he stands there for a minute, like he doesn't know what to say. Poor, awkward Middle Earth Reid. Though he's wearing what appears to be a Game Of Thrones T-shirt today. So, I guess he's House Lannister Reid now. The silence is a little painful. It's funny, because you always think the hard part is meeting someone the first time. It's not. It's the second time, because you've already used up all the obvious topics of conversation. And even if you haven't, it's strange and heavy-handed to introduce randoms conversational topics at this stage in the game. Hi, Reid, let's converse about topics. HOW MANY SIBLINGS DO YOU HAVE ? WHAT BOOKS DO YOU LIKE ?
"Just curious. Why are you so surprised about my parents' tattoos ?"
Um. Because this people are related to you.
"Is it because they're Jewish ?" he adds.
"Oh no ! It's not that. I knew they were Jewish. I mean, the store is called Bissel. Their last name is Wertheim."
He laughs. "Me too. I'm Reid Wertheim."
He leans forward and offers his hand for me to shake. He has a surprisingly confident handshake.
"Molly Peskin-Suso," I say.
"Peskin !" he says. "Are you Jewish, too ?"
His eyes light up, and I know exactly what he's thinking. I don't think of myself as super Jewish or anything, and I basically never go to synagogue. But there's this thing I feel when I meet another Jewish person in the wild. It's like a secret invisible high five.
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