Zechariah smirked at his pun and shook his head. (Usually, he acted like Menachem’s jokes were low-brow.)

“Ah, no,” he laughed, taking a sip of his drink. “My fiance inherited this place. I was not certain what to think, but she is doing …” what did he say that did not sound like condoning this, while still being supportive of his beautiful wife?

What if Elijah- ahem, not necessarily Elijah, but someone beautiful and yet complicated nonetheless, ran a place like this? He would probably cut his losses before he ended up with another Simon, but barring that …

“She makes it a diamond in the rough.”

Faking love felt kind of nice, actually.

“Love takes you down strange roads.”