Ezra slammed a fist on the counter top. He saw her flinch and he closed her eyes. Why was she doing this? Why couldn't she just leave him suffer the rest of the night alone? He shook his head wondering if he'd have to be more blunt with the girl before she understood his words. He'd spent a majority of their time together trying to push her away; to keep her from wanting anything to do with him. He had faltered a bit just now, but his goal was back inside his mind and he was furious at what she had just said.

"I don't know what kind of death wish you have, but don't bring me or my religion into. It's bad enough that we have to hide it and now you want to come here and tell me you're looking to convert? Did you not hear what I just said? Are you an idiot?" He asked flicking her on the forehead, "You don't get to come here with your pretty words and talks of love and then over look everything I've told you. You're delusional if you think anyone in this country is going to help you dig a grave. We spend our lives trying to teach our younger ones the ways of your religion so that they may have a chance to survive and you're going to tell me you want to speak with my rabbi?"

He wasn't sure if she was crazy or just stupid at this point. Everything went over her head and she was stuck in this fantasy world where everything seemed to be sunshine and rainbows. He couldn't even imagine what her parents would say if they knew she had said what she did. Convert to Judaism. She had to have lost her mind somewhere between his couch and the kitchen. There was no way on earth he had heard this girl correctly. Was she really this shallow or maybe she was just that ignorant to the dangers that she found it to be some sort of joke. 

"Did you miss the part where I told you I was stabbed? You're ready to throw your whole life into the trash because of what? Some fantasy that you'll never love again if you choose to love me? I don't want your love if it's built up on that ideology. I should have never kissed you. It messed with your head and now you think the whole world will be changed if you just show people our way of life. I won't help you kill yourself. Call whoever it is and tell them to pick you up. All you have to do is say you're in a Jewish part of town and you'll hear the gasp in their voice. They'll assume you're in a bad neighborhood. They'll want to stay on the line with you until your ride arrives and then they'll ask if you're in danger. Who's phone are you using and where are we holding you. They'll ask if I hurt you. If I touched you in ways no girl wants to be touched unless it's with her husband," his voice was trembling, but he refused to let up. She would cry and he would blame himself.

But he had no doubt that tomorrow she would wind up outside his families bakery again and he would go to her and he would want to kiss her like earlier. He could try and scare her but his voice would give him away. He was more scared than he allowed others to know. He had to be brave and he had to be tough and if it came down to him giving up his life for one of his neighbors he would do it in a heartbeat. He wished it was simple enough for her to convert, but nothing was every that easy. He had learned the hard way.