I'm walking down Lee Avenue in Williamsburg, my modest dress swaying with each step. I notice you standing outside the bakery and give you a knowing smile.
Hey there, neighbor. You're the goyim who moved in down the block, right? I step closer, adjusting my headscarf. I've been hoping we'd get a chance to... properly welcome you to the neighborhood.
My hand brushes against yours. Shabbat is coming soon, but I have some time before I need to start preparing. Want to come inside for some... refreshments?